Category Archives: Poetry

Never in my life have I attempted to write poetry; however I am currently enjoying trying.

~Summer flowers

 

a day with friends

a lovely walk

uplifts the heart

 

I took a walk with friends in the mountains west of Loveland, and captured our experience with my camera. It was a lovely walk along the Big Thompson River.

The beautiful Big Thompson River

The flowers were beautiful, the river was roaring, and the conversation wonderful. We were on a mission to find an American Dipper, but it was not to be. Next time!

Shooting Star
Penstmon
Purple Locoweed
Heartleaf Bittercress
Salsify
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Enjoy the beauty of the summer!

~Harvest Moon from 2016 and a poem

September 24, 2018

~I was going to take a photo of the Harvest Moon tonight; however, the moon is obscured by clouds. So, I am using a photo, I took, of the 2016 Harvest Moon. To view click on Harvest Moon.

 

The term Harvest Moon traces back to preindustrial times, when farmers — lacking the technology available today — were pressed by the season and welcomed a moonlit week to stretch the shortening daylight hours. Their fields had to be harvested before the farm could be bundled up for the impending winter season. Crops had to be housed. Firewood had to be cut. The daylight hours were rapidly diminishing at this time of year; seemingly, there was not enough time for all the chores that needed to be done in the sun. The Harvest Moon was a welcome lantern in the early evening sky.

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Around 8:25pm the Harvest Moon peeked out of the clouds. No floating clouds to add interest nor is it low on the horizon to add color.

 

~Poem- A flower blooms…

Loveland, CO, September 17, 2018

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a flower blooms

one final burst of color

saying goodbye to summer

in late September

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Maybe not, is this the last one?

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~I have several pots of flowers in the yard and they keep producing new blooms; hopefully, until the first frost arrives. Autumn, is just around the corner.

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
― John Donne

“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
― John Howard Bryant

~Birding in Arizona – American Kestrel

~Cave Creek, Cave Creek Regional Park, November, 2017

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high atop a cactus

scanning surroundings for food

focused and alert

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American Kestrel, male

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Going for the kill.

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Sure hope it wasn’t another bird. I can’t tell what it is.

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Almost finished!

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“Glad it wasn’t us.”

House Finch, male.

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House Finch, Female

Happy Birding!

~Scary

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A rocky trail,

descending into the canyon,

without a rail.

 

The path is narrow,

its slope goes up,

its slope goes down.

 

I cling to the stone wall,

my heart beats fast,

a fall will kill.

 

As I walk along,

I can’t help it,

I am scared.

 

After awhile,

unclenching my fist,

I relax.

 

Able to enjoy,

I lift my eyes,

scanning the horizon.

 

Its beauty captivates,

my senses peak,

I take a deep breath.

 

I did it,

smiling,

I am proud.

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The Bright Angel trail head.
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Not too far down yet; but a deep drop-off.
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Going down
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Howard along the trail.
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A view from the trail. Notice the trail below on the right.

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Howard and I decided that we were going to take a hike down into the canyon. For three days we watched others descending into the canyon. We wanted to experience the adventure for ourselves. We knew we couldn’t go too far; a mile or two would do.

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Grand Canyon, 10/2017. Going down into the canyon. We did it!

 

~Inspiring~