Remnants of Autumn in Virginia

I thought that Autumn came and went

as winter spread its clenching hand

but Indian summer lingered

 

leaving love notes upon the land.

I am here.  Please don’t forget me.  I am here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Life in the Middle

Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty? (Photo credit: Pimlico Badger)

Daily Prompt:  The Glass

Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

Is the glass half full, or half empty?

It is always in the middle like my life.

Some days, half full because I am happy,

others half empty with daily strife –

two different vessels in one,

a bi-polar vacillating guage,

 one glass half-full

and half-empty,

dependent upon turning a page.

Is the glass half full or half empty?

It is always in the middle like my life.

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The Bloggers’ Gift

I always get sweet shivery sensations at perfect music, books and stories, art and photos

or a simple poem.  And my blogger friends who share their talents never seem real

except in my imagination.

Now I can chill at will finding wondrous other-blog perfections and

transform my world through all their endless far off  dreams,

and can almost taste the rain, the snow, the cooling shade.

This is their gift to me – a landscape of laughter, beauty, and adventure,

a lake, a woodland path,a waterfall,

the ocean waves, a weeping willow tree,

and night descending, translucent curtains floating,

floating in the breeze.

These are the gifts they share, their admirable talents,

and I am transported in happy contemplation

in the midst of an endless summer.

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