11-14-09 musings with thea and patti dilley preserve 11-14-09 stained glass comes in many forms is found in many places i find mine beneath the autumn sycamores morning sun streams through gentle breezes quake leaves making a kaleidoscope of ochre orange yellow-green stained enough for me morning light morning breeze morning right WESTERN SYCAMORE,ALISO perhaps, Platanus racemosa dilley preserve 11-14-09 not a chorus but many solos jree of towhee background thunder of journeying jet chirps of cricket ratatat of woodpecker many solos one song cycle early morning dilley preserve 11-14-09 respect respect the silence stop the human racket chatter of voice chatter of self-talk chatter of worries past present future silence the self & listen listen listen dilley preserve 11-14-09 squawk of scrub jay tap of pecker chirp of wren oak woodland song 11-14-09 warmth of sun my body absorbs save it for a snowy day 11-14-09 age brings its aches & pains respect for youthful bounce & spring age brings wisdom to prolong agility strength & endurance nature to explore & enjoy 11-14-09 if you wait long enough look intently listen actively feel responsively you will experience it it will refresh you renew you you will be richly rewarded 11-14-09 my lover’s fingers gently caress my cheek forearm & lips gentle breeze through canyon hollow soothes my brow sycamore canyon, dilley preserve 11-14-09 in the 50’s most childhood yearnings involved a train a toy train a lionel train or perhaps an american flyer train a train a real train with a real whoooo ooo smoke & clickety-clack then came the extras water tower train station beacon and more details people roads houses & trees yes real trees evergreen and other life-like trees yes life-like thanks to laural sumac dried flowers dilley preserve a scrapbook memory of a childhood train set malosma laurina 9-16-2009
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