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Leaves are turning, turning
Oh, so light Leaves are burning, burning Oh, so bright Leaves are twirling, twirling Without a care Leaves are swirling, swirling Everywhere Leaves are glowing, glowing All around Leaves are blowing, blowing On the ground Leaves are falling, falling At last they’re free Leaves are calling, calling Come and see Leaves are flashing, flashing Full of gold Leaves are crashing, crashing Growing cold. Trees are grieving, grieving- Leaves fall like tears Autumn’s leaving, leaving As winter nears
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Coming home
Homecoming Housewarming Home and hearth Home is where the heart is One’s home is one’s castle A castle full of chambers A chambered Nautilus The Nautilus was Nemo’s home No one’s home You can never go home Home and away Away from home Make yourself at home Homeward bound Homing instinct Homebody Homecoming Coming home Time to arrive
To grow, to thrive To start to talk To learn to walk Time to change To rearrange Time to cry Time to fly We find ‘the one’ And time ticks on Perhaps we couple And make time double As we watch new lives begin It’s time to start the clocks again We hold their time within our own Even after they have grown And on time flies Bringing goodbyes We wonder how To stop time now But, in the end, time runs out No more room for doubt And at last we know The time has come for us to go 10 March 2020 Here we stand at the corner
Of Hell and high water. As the world turns, It also burns. Forests crumble to ash, Icebergs gone in a splash. As ice caps melt, Ripples are felt. When tides rise, Lives capsize. Cities upended, Futures suspended. ‘What to do?’ is the question At this intersection. But while we’re still thinking, Islands are sinking, As we stand at the corner Of Hell and high water. 21 Jan 2020 O iPhone! my iPhone! Our link is sadly gone,
We’d come so far together, shared so much fun, Sleek and slim, my mini-mirror, My shiny shadow, always a glimmer: But oh no! no! no! You shimmied and slid, Where did you go, When I forgot to shut the lid? O iPhone! my iPhone! Rise up from that shallow tide, Rise up from the wicked whirlpool, please do not hide, Show me again your bright, witty face, Now I know: I should have bought that waterproof case. Here iPhone! Dear iPhone! Know that you’re not alone, I reach in to rescue, Although your light is gone. My iPhone does not answer, its screen is black as ink, Next time I’ll be more careful, when I am at the sink, It does not hear my call nor feel my longing touch, Next time I won’t suds up my hands so very much. . Exult O i-technicians, But I am full of dread, My i-companion lies, Fallen, wet, and dead. 3 Dec 2019 As I listened to the cries
Of scolding cackling crows, I wondered what cunning lies Their wicked chatter told. Shuffling my feet through sheaves of leaves, While a blue racoon howled at the moon, I was regaled by snails and their tales Of a hungry loon who’d swallowed a spoon. On I strode, ‘til I reached the sand, Where, like nuns escaped from cloisters. Frolicking madly hand-in-hand, Danced a chorus of boisterous oysters. Grateful for this connection to Mother Nature’s perfection, I realised, Gratitude is not a platitude but an attitude, A daily exercise. 22 Oct 2019 His story
He fell in love when He looked into her eyes Now she seems angry Her story She fell in love when He looked into her eyes Now he seems distant Sad story Driving in silence Acrimony between them Their car hit head on Happy ending Repaired, healing Each cradles the other’s heart Unbreakable love 3 Sept 2019 Sturdy trunks offer solace and shade.
A stoic face Full of grace. Supple arms draped in gossamer webs, Swaying easily, Dancing breezily. Long limbs slender or stout, Cloaked in lichens, As fruit ripens. Roots twisted with history and memory. Raised like veins, Or sunken skeins. Trapped in a tempest, Braced for the storm, Boughs torn. Branches flailing helplessly, Violently swaying Perhaps praying. Sap seeps from fresh wounds, Weary but stoic, Even heroic. Trees weave yesterday with tomorrow. The cycle of despair And repair. Take the time To ask a tree About the future it can see. Two silhouettes on the sand
Side by side but separate Feet, eyes, hearts drawn To one another Shunning their bickering brethren They improvise a discordant duet No fighting, just flirting, as they shuffle ever closer To one another The sky softens as the sun sinks A misty sickle moon demurely looks away Furtively, I too leave them to declare their love To one another 6 Aug 2019 **Published on-line at: www.SongsOfEretz.com (June 2020 Summer Issue)** Wealth beyond compare
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