Well, my friends, it has been a long hard week and my synapses aren’t firing at their maximum potential. In fact my mind is pretty much mush. So in view of the mental deficiency inherent in mentally draining work coupled with chronic sleep deprivation, I have decided to share an old poem and a photo. The poem is one I wrote several years ago and speaks of the moments when the colors of dawn are at their glory. The photo, surprise, surprise, is of a sunrise. I captured this shot one morning in Phoenix, AZ. I hope you enjoy.
Aurora, goddess Chill morn warmed
of the dawn; by distant fire;
nature’s beauty, a song of thanks
newly spawned. from avian choir
Behold the wonder Ever-changing,
of earliest morn, ever new,
the sky, her ebon beauty quickly
raiments shorn. fades from view.
Sol and Terra; Look swiftly now
ageless tryst, while splendor lasts
darkness flees too soon by far
with sun’s first kiss. the time is past.
With feline grace The magic wanes
dawn arrives; with Sol’s ascent,
morning breaks; the dawn, the moments,
the world revived. quickly spent.
Clouds on fire, Then it’s gone,
sunbeams prance; so soon, so swift;
light and shadow, again tomorrow,
ancient dance. Aurora’s gift.
There it is my friends, my Saturday morning offering. Hope this brings a smile to your face. Nature is far lovelier than words can ever convey. The best a poet can hope for is to paint a picture in the reader’s mind’s eye. I hope I succeeded.
I tried but lack the knowledge necessary to center the head and move the sig and date to the right. My inner luddite strikes again.
Till next time, be safe, be happy, be creative.
This my second post today. I was unable to post this weekend. I was, unusual for me, busy socializing. I am normally a bit of a hermit. The hours I work are not conducive to social interaction. Noon is my midnight. When I am awake and alert most everyone I know is sleeping. To socialize on the weekend entails disrupting, what I laughingly call, my sleep schedule. Most third shifters flip their sleep schedules on the weekend to spend time with family or friends. Monday night at work is never pretty.
The picture of the flower is one I took while on vacation in Missouri several years ago. It was early in the morning and the dew still lingered on the petals. I have taken lots of flower pictures over the years, this is one of my favorites. There is no particular importance to the picture other than I wished to share it. It is a bit of nature’s fleeting beauty. Beauty is something that should be shared simply because it exist.
I also want to share a poem today. I will post another Thursday but I was in full luddite mode last Thursday and the whole poem thing just didn’t happen. The poem is called Nature Wild. It is a poem about a time that was nearly gone when I was a child. I lament what we have done to nature even while I enjoy the fruits of what that abuse has wrought. I was raised in the East Texas piney woods. The forest was vast and healthy. The undergrowth was so thick so at times to be near impenetrable. It was a wonderful, wonderful place to grow up. It is still lovely but I remember it from fifty years ago and the change saddens me. The children growing up in that part of the country today will never know the wilderness that I and my childhood companions knew. A lament, I recall, that my father shared with me nearly fifty years ago, Too many people, too many houses, but people have to live somewhere and it might as well be somewhere lovely. I hope the children living there now enjoy the beauty. Overpopulation, the logging industry and climate change all make me fear for that lovely land.
The picture on the front page of my blog was taken by me in East Texas a few years ago. It is one of the few places I saw that really captures what the forest was like when I was a child. There is remnants of an old house hidden behind that mass of greenery. If you stand at the edge of the road you can just make out the roofline. The old place may have collapsed by now, Nature has a way of reclaiming what is hers.
Thanks for letting me ramble. I hope you enjoyed the picture and the poem.
Till tomorrow, be healthy, be happy, be creative.