The sweet cacophony of Wrens and Robins
betraying their April return, staking
clamorous claims in yet barren branches,
squirrels dig holes retrieving their stores, while
bushes are budding, grass returns green.
Walking down this... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 26 days ago
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Gnarled bark
brownish-red and glossy,
in cool morning sun buds wait to burst,
eager,
impatient to flaunt flowering beauty.
Branches sway
dancing to music unheard,
in late winter’s breeze grass begins to green,
birds return,
their songs... – by GCThomas | 4 Views added 1 month ago
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Sentinels stand o’er the path
Through forests deep and green;
Tall and straight they reach the sky
Majestic and serene.
Watchmen of the way ahead
Jealous guard secrets kept;
Those who pass must reverent be
They whisper in hushed tones.
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Seeking the gift of poets
I prayed to see beauty.
So I combed the wharf and the lane,
Searched the fields and the rivers,
I waded the teeming masses,
But in frustration and spite
I cried out to God that
a muse I could not discover.
For... – by GCThomas | 46 Views added 2 months ago
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I have walked these river valleys
Through towering groves, mid-day sun
Piercing the canopy
Illuminating the forest floor, revealing
Dark places;
All is still but the water – rushing on
Making its way to the sea.
I have climbed the... – by GCThomas | 10 Views added 2 months ago
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The Graywolf rages rushing on,
It’s cleansing flow fast and free
Tumbles through untouched virgin
Forest land.
Water claps and moves along, while
Still and somber on timbered banks
Observing ancients stand indifferent
To the cacophony.
I... – by GCThomas | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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The Duckabush is a special place to me,
I sought its banks in a time of grief;
The lack of vistas and the grandiose,
Replaced by the solemnity of the forest floor
With its moss and ferns and the river’s roar.
I had lost my father a few... – by GCThomas | 2 Views added 3 months ago
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An old cabin ruined, chinkless,
logs rotting collapsed, yet
two walls remain wind howling
through, offering little comfort
like bones weather-worn picked clean
and stacked, dreams vivid yet awake forgotten
Are bones left to tell a tale... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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In the still and chilly night a shadowy figure presses on,
Not in haste, but with leisure’s gait mocking the somber
Waning day, insouciant he the evening faced.
Fluorescent street lamps crackle and hum piercing the growing dun
With circles of... – by GCThomas | 6 Views added 3 months ago
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The beauty of life is its seasons
hang on to grief and to pain
taste it and savor its richness
these trials will be for your gain.
Your radiant beauty resplendent
smelling of honey and rain
tender and delicate petals
that bloom but a moment... – by GCThomas | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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Over barren fields harvested
sits a hawk in patient vigil
top a post, still and observant.
He knows he will at last prevail,
he does not doubt a mouse will come
gleaning grain left behind,
it is what mice do, it is
what he does, it its the... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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The dead’s stones are crowned in white
Some nearly drifted over,
their bones shake as cold as mine
while I survey the winter of their demise.
A life well lived, or poorly lived,
this end has come to all,
to rest alone until that day
here... – by GCThomas | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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I stood on the shore of that alpine lake
while a breeze descended over the ridge,
sweeping across that tranquil glassy green tarn
the waves lapped the shore in a sweet sarabande.
Closing my eyes I focused my senses
and listened, saw a little... – by GCThomas | 3 Views added 3 months ago
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I have heard the river voices,
the rocks called out as I’ve passed;
Only when you’re alone in nature
will you learn what the earth has to teach.
"But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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Out that night on the mountain trail
days from the city’s glow,
Stretched out under the open sky, while
stars fell and satellites circled;
The depths of the heavens overwhelmed,
as orbs long dead heaved waning light.
My heart, as... – by GCThomas | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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Oh, grand youth!
Those woods were a wonder,
drawing footprints with sticks
we told our mothers
we saw bigfoot;
we drifted the pond and
fed the ant hill the sticks,
those woods were summer’s
home to a boy
now grown. I stand
at the... – by GCThomas | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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Seeking the gift of poets
I prayed to see beauty.
So I combed the wharf and the lane,
searched the fields and the rivers,
I waded the teeming masses,
but in frustration and spite
I cried out to God that
a muse I could not discover.
For... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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Perched in my garden at gloaming on an overturned five-gallon bucket the heat of summer sun departed,
smelling tomatoes and peppers, listening to corn grow, a snail plods towards the Kohlrabi; I let him pass in this halcyon evening.
There is... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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This idyllic trail through the woods
along the river has been scene
to many a thoughtful hour, befitting
the reveries of Rousseau;
my secrets, my desires, my scorn–
these woods know them all–a silent
partner to my... – by GCThomas | 11 Views added 3 months ago
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Barren branches collect the sky
in somber waning evening,
the shadow of some spriest small creature
seeking shelter scurries past,
while children stand at frosted windows
entranced they watch the tumbling white,
through the stillness of the... – by GCThomas | 7 Views added 3 months ago
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A Banner waves as gentle winds
drive the eager traveler
far from home to unknown waters
and hopeful dawns.
In ignorance the novice is brave
in confidence the scholar is blind,
but I, I a fool, am sure of nothing.
For beauty I seek beyond... – by GCThomas | 9 Views added 3 months ago
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A sonorous song an effulgent aubade,
here in this sea of concrete
and glass, a delicate bird offers his tune
perched in a pussy willow.
Its barely dawn in the heart of the city,
only morning joggers and homeless
patrons attend the... – by GCThomas | 27 Views added 3 months ago
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The long road before me
the hues of evening skies
barred owls are stirring while
you slumbering lay,
have you thought of me
as you loaded the dishes
and locked the doors?
Do running waters think of the
sea, or swallows dream of
their... – by GCThomas | 14 Views added 3 months ago
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