Love the poem. We have a maple outside the kitchen window. It is so many things at different times of the year, I very easily connected dwith your thoughts.
windowlad - they are so embedded int the visual and cultural psyche of canadians. this image was right there early one morning and it was as if the seasonal moebius strip had turned in on itself and it was autumn all over again. steven
radcliffe - i was feeling very quiet and insular when i wrote this. i felt as if the explanation of the leaf's very existence which is so self explanatory was being cheapened by me. thanks for the kind words. steven
reya thanks for the kind wishes. i run on seven and nine year cycles. this is my 54th journey around the sun. so a 6th cycle is concluding and a seventh is beginning. the next one carries me through the end of my public working life. it also welcomes back my creative working life. steven
pauline thankyou. the header are some shy little wild violets in the back garden. the words were there. as i took the picture at the edge of the woods. steven
..maple trees are one of my favourites... they speak histories and sing songs of ineffable bliss when Pan blows his pipe...
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poem.
~Kelvin
The poem is beautiful - it really speaks volumes about a beautiful world. Thanks for this - a beautiful thought to start the day. Radders.
ReplyDeleteHappy new maple leaves, Steven. Happy new moon. Happy new eclipse cycle.
ReplyDeleteWhatever it is, I hope it is happy for you!
Love the poem. We have a maple outside the kitchen window. It is so many things at different times of the year, I very easily connected dwith your thoughts.
ReplyDeletelove...dance...spring
ReplyDeleteReading and appreciating all your work lately, but keeping mostly quiet for a few days. I'm sure you understand.
ReplyDeleteThis one, despite its brevity, spoke volumes to me.
Thank you.
Always the small expands. Especially here, with you.
ReplyDeletewindowlad - they are so embedded int the visual and cultural psyche of canadians. this image was right there early one morning and it was as if the seasonal moebius strip had turned in on itself and it was autumn all over again. steven
ReplyDeleteradcliffe - i was feeling very quiet and insular when i wrote this. i felt as if the explanation of the leaf's very existence which is so self explanatory was being cheapened by me. thanks for the kind words. steven
ReplyDeletereya thanks for the kind wishes. i run on seven and nine year cycles. this is my 54th journey around the sun. so a 6th cycle is concluding and a seventh is beginning. the next one carries me through the end of my public working life. it also welcomes back my creative working life. steven
ReplyDeleteI've been away for a bit - your new header is exquisite! This poem is, as well. Isn't it wonderful that it can be as simple as that :)
ReplyDeletethanks dave. i only had a few words. as i said above, i was feeling the need to be a little quoeter. steven
ReplyDeletethree little words tess. steven
ReplyDeletehi jo, i make no expectation of anyone who visits other than the hope for goodness taken with you when you leave. thanks for your kindness. steven
ReplyDeleteruth - i want to reach a place (among several i wish to reach as a writer) where a few words open a space much larger than themselves. steven
ReplyDeletepauline thankyou. the header are some shy little wild violets in the back garden. the words were there. as i took the picture at the edge of the woods. steven
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