“All my life through the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.” Marie Curie
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Night and Day. The Nature Psyche #16
Nocturnal stillness Reflected light of the gods Life’s strife can wait One perfect moment To remember,to inhabit For eternity Toils of the day The measuring and spending Of precious Time
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Dyslexia, a poem, a lament
How I would love to read With speed, without fatigue Quickly, voraciously Un-dyslexically Jealousy? envy? Alas, it’s true But within the frustration Innate compensations Are small celebrations I’m mostly at peace With me The Reader, by Renoir
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Autumn Reflections
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Impressions of Autumn
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Neurodivergent Haiku
It’s hard to imagine a more unabashed or showy flower than the California Poppy. And they’re tough—well adapted to long, dry summers. Once in a great while, however, a plant puts out a cream colored variant. As soon as I saw this flower it struck me as a perfect expression of what it so often…
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Happy haiku (only one today)
Deep in the forest Childhood’s favorite color Cures the middle age blues
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