Tag: nature
member name: Linda Douglas
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June 07, 2006 07:55 PM EDT --
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Seven days of rainfall
Gray skies, wind, mud, lack of sun
Turns my brain to mush.
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Green leaves cry raindrops,
Birds huddle, hiding in trees.
Cat wistfully watching.
III . . .
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July 09, 2006 10:30 AM EDT --
I have pretty much been able to follow the circle of life to justify the existence of any living creature (including a few politicians). There is one, however, I have not found a reason for its life . . .
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May 25, 2006 07:45 PM EDT --
Slowly, graceful wings
Softly touch the still water.
Peace on quiet lake.
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July 16, 2006 10:45 AM EDT --
Forest Drums
The dark brown soil beneath my feet
smells of the leaves of a hundred years.
I move slowing over rocks and through
the trees that tower above me as the
heavy dampness . . .
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July 09, 2006 10:53 AM EDT --
Sunday Psalm
Citronella and sweat
are my Sunday morning perfume.
Dressed in favorite shoes
I enter the sacred temple.
The mountain rises before me,
granite shining in . . .
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September 10, 2006 01:25 PM EDT --
If you have never been hiking with a four year old you are missing out on one of the great joys of life.
Let me take you with me back to yesterday afternoon. I arrived at my son's . . .
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September 10, 2006 02:18 PM EDT --
Mother Nature picked up her
paint brush this past week.
Stepping back to get a better view of the canvass,
she dabbed the tip of the brush in a little carmine
and started to make small delicate . . .
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July 30, 2006 12:18 PM EDT --
I was up and at 'em early this morning to drive up to Pitcher Mountain in Stoddard, NH to pick wild blueberries. The idea of a short hike near mountain pastures and wide vistas appealed to me. . . .
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August 13, 2006 01:42 PM EDT --
The sound of my fat cat, Leo, washing himself at the foot of my bed woke me around 7 a.m. this morning. The sun was shining and I wanted to go hiking so I got up and fixed some breakfast and checked . . .
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September 24, 2006 10:39 AM EDT --
The sun was still hiding behind fog and mist on this early Fall New England morning, but I knew there were babies at the farm and I needed to take pictures. I slipped on my barn boots and headed . . .
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July 08, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
Interdependence
Purple kayak on blue water
dragonflies dance in the wake.
Paddle strokes to right then left,
ducks move parallel to shore.
Brief flurry, then swoosh of wings
as blue . . .
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July 23, 2006 08:11 AM EDT --
Night rain cleanses earth.
Water rushing over stones.
Birds greet morning sun.
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September 07, 2006 08:43 PM EDT --
An old friend was coming to visit tonight. I kept looking out the window to see if she was here, but she was making her way slowly. A light in the distant sky beckoned me to crawl out the window . . .
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May 06, 2006 04:19 PM EDT --
I think I have become a stalker.
It all started last year when I was researching southwest New Hampshire in preparation to move here. I had found a video on the Keene, New Hampshire . . .
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March 05, 2006 11:07 AM EST --
On my back
in the tall grass
gazing at the
deep blue sky
the earth spinning
beneath
as the clouds float
gently by.
I rise and twirl
my arms out in
sublime abandon.
The warm sun
on my face
. . .
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March 09, 2006 10:40 PM EST --
The fine line between
genius and insanity
blurs on dark winter
days when poems
come out of the silence and
cold wind.
Cabin fever rages
inside a mind
grown weary of rain
and mud,
howling at a . . .
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March 11, 2006 04:41 PM EST --
As a woman of considerable size who likes to hike, I have found that the usual descriptions of trails do not quite relate the experience that I am going to have as compared to other hikers. In order . . .
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April 24, 2006 08:15 PM EDT --
A watercolor rain painted my world today.
Emerald grass, white Bradford pear trees,.
Yellow daffodils and forsythia.
Red tulips and purple hyacinth.
The colors of spring fill the canvas of my life. . . .
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October 29, 2006 09:33 PM EST --
Change of Seasons
Leaves dance to earth
while the wind plays
a tune through the trees.
White caps rise and fall
on Dublin Pond while
clouds scatter over head.
I smile as snow flakes
melt . . .
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April 30, 2006 06:03 PM EDT --
Sunday Drive
Heart racing
I slow down to look over the pond.
Blue water reflecting white clouds,
reeds blowing in wind,
sandhill crane moving silently,
step by step through tall grass. . . .
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