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APPROACH OF WINTER The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where the salvias, hard carmine,— like no leaf that ever was— edge the bare garden. — William Carlos Williams (1883 – [...] View Larger Map Absolutely perfect weather today … upper 70s, maybe low 80s … i.e. not very hot and a nice breeze at my back while climbing Emigration, but not strong enough to be struggling against a headwind on the descent. I’ve had better days up that climb, but I’ve had a lot more worse [...] WARM SUMMER SUN Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, Good night, good night. — Mark Twain (1835 – 1910), American author, poet, and humorist. View Larger Map Heavy and sore legs from yesterday’s climb up and over Little Mountain, and the wind today was brutal … at least, when it wasn’t a tailwind. Mt. Olympus from Parley's Crossing
[...] View Larger Map Up Emigration Canyon, down Parley’s Canyon on I-80. Remembered why I don’t do the down Parley’s part more often. It’s not because of the road conditions or traffic on the freeway, it’s the up-canyon winds. Although it is a royal pain in the ass to get back off the freeway, that’s nothing [...] FOG You see, shore-hugging IS neither surety Nor earns salt pride braving the long sea-sweeps. This came up in the dark while some of us Bore on in our sleep. Was there In the dog-watch already, hiding the dog-star. We woke into it, rising from dreams Of sea-farms slanting on cliffs in clear light And [...] A CHRISTMAS CAROL In the bleak mid-winter Frosty winds made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter, Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When he comes to [...] A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday. SPELLBOUND The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds [...] ENOUGH It’s a gift, this cloudless November morning warm enough for you to walk without a jacket along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing of your feet through fallen leaves should be enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you when you catch yourself telling off your boss for a decade of accumulated injustices, [...] |
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