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Saturday’s View of Churchill Woods

Posted in Free Verse Poetry with tags , , on August 27, 2012 by lengesinski

Magpies at play

Magpies at play (Photo credit: Joseph Swan.)

English: Mighty Oak Oak trees border Churchill...

English: Mighty Oak Oak trees border Churchill Drove. What scenes these oaks must have witnessed when this part of the Chase was a royal hunting ground. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Saturday with Friends and Family 028 (Photo credit: -DjD-)

Saturday’s View of Churchill Woods

 

Bright Sun

Dancing Between Lazy White Pillowed Clouds

Atop Blue Skied Canvas

Rays of Brilliant Light, Reflecting Off the Gentle Lapping Water’s Hidden Currents

Bullfrog, Centerstaged on Lillypad

Watches on as Whimsical Dragon Flies Skim Water’s Surface

Canadian Geese Chasing after the Promise of Stale Bread

as Human Observers Crunch Crabgrass Underfoot, Binoculars in Hand

The Poison Ivy Winds It’s Way Up The Mighty Oak, in Shadowed Canopies

as the Cardinals, Wayward Blue Jays, and Smallish Sparrows Trade Songs

Warm Summer Breeze, Wildflowers, Daisies, and Dandelions Dance along Forested Edges

Mother Nature in all Her Summer Glory, Weeks Away from Coming to a Close

as the Days of Fall Inch Closer Still

Saturday’s View of Churchill Woods© 2012 Leonard.C. Gesinski 08/25/2012(1900)

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Posted in Sonnet with tags on April 13, 2012 by lengesinski

Bolam Lake on a mild Winter day Looking West f...

Bolam Lake on a mild Winter day Looking West from the North East corner (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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The Past Mild Winter, Nothing Now but a Distant Mem’ry.

Welcoming Mother Nature’s Insistence that Buds and Green-

-Start Ushering in a New Season Some Five Weeks back.

A Sun Drenched Gravel Walkway,

My Eyes Fixed Upon an Upright Clock at the Path’s Cross-

-Which Starts to Fade from a Distant Place.

A Start of Many Wandering Daydreams that Caress My Mind.

Syncopated Pitter-Patterings of The Local Runners Stomping Feet Upon Gravel Mixed

in with the Songs of  Anxiously Chirping Birds, and Chattering Squirrels Ever at Play in The Surrounding Trees.

A Once Damaged Spirit, Slowly being Revived and Recovered,

 in Only How Nature, In all of Her Exquisite Glory Could Possibly Provide.

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