March 13, 2019 by ebbtide

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Poetry
business, life, longing, nature, pine, poem, Poetry, responsibility, wilderness, wind
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it is late and rain falls on rain

all day long the wind called,
tumbling through the trees

unable to answer, I sit now beside
the open window imagining

that wild intensity of scent –
damp pine before the day awakens

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January 9, 2014 by ebbtide

evening fragment

Poetry
dusk, evening, kiss, love, moon, nature, night, peace, pine, poem, Poetry, sky, window
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I am transfixed
by the kiss
of sickle moon
to black pine
against infinite
ink of sky

Anyone else catch that large and glorious crescent moon in the sky a few nights ago? So beautiful!

September 24, 2013 by ebbtide

a remedy for wistful

Poetry
autumn, book, change, crows, fall, leaves, peace, pine, poem, Poetry, quiet, remedy, seasons, sitting, tea, trees, whiskey, wistful
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I could watch (have watched)
that pine for hours
and the purple sand cherry –
currently slowly balding

seeing the yellowing
of the locust leaves
always makes me feel
just a little bit wistful

leaves that in a few weeks
will blow away to wherever,
leaving me here with
an unending view of rain

of streetlights and drainpipes
and that black shadow pine –
sometimes with crow,
but oftentimes no

hot tea, a splash of whiskey,
open window, open book –
a secret home remedy
for wistful

I swear I’m really not feeling this melancholy – I love the fall. I think this is in part due to lack of sleep! Two nights in a row with almost none – perhaps hot tea with whiskey is a remedy for that as well?