--Frederic Edwin Church’s “Twilight in the Wilderness, 1860
Where my dreams ran wild.
Fierce rolling thunderclouds and sheets of rain
move quickly through the wide expanse.
Purple, black, angry energy;
fragrant coniferous forest floating
on the current of chilly air
as the stormy clouds tumble toward me.
Wild stallions run,
prairie dog and chipmunks chatter,
King birds hover as jackrabbits stop
their foraging to run down the rocky slope.
Far off into the distance coyotes howl a warning,
their voices singing on the crisp cold air.
It was here I brought my love in spring
eyes reflecting in deep blue lakes
and fresh running streams.
We shared this secret landscape,
my senses reeled, my body craved
the excitement of his languid touch.
It was here his desire shook me,
the canyon thunder collapsing and echoing
for miles in summer squander.
He caressed every line of my face,
tousling my flowing hair into waves of wind
In winter, our snowshoes would leave prints
on a perfect sea of whiteness along the edge,
his voice calling my name across the canyon,
floating along the emptiness
in a timbre sweet and joyous.
Now, black clouds roll in to capture my heart.
Left alone, I stand on the precipice
waiting for the wind and rain to slap my face,
and awaken me from this dream.
His voice dances faintly on the memory
of the turbulent tides of a fading storm.
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by Rebecca Braun
Fresh and new,
flowering Love’s view
with growing buds,
I saw Spring in you.
Skin flushed and burned,
fiery kisses returned
from hot moist air,
sun bleached hair,
Summer looked good on you.
Leaves tumbled and rolled,
took their toll
on auburn hearts,
bleeding and breaking apart,
Autumn said good-bye to you.
Now frozen nights
drag on and on,
in the cold grey dawn.
beneath miles of ice
there is no surviving Winter
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—-Journeys With Watercolors
It’s been a year.
Autumn is here to remind me
of the reflection.
A sweet progression
of time. As each leaf changes color,
falling and drifting in the wind,
memories are being cast away
from my mind.
New Life is dreaming,
old paths are fading, in the streaming
sunlight of this soft chilly morn.
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“An Elderly Peasant Woman” by Albrecht Dürer
Remember the years
of struggle and defiance,
underneath it all
you and I had a special alliance.
Those teen-age years
might have challenged our love,
but it was you who held me close
with the spirit from above.
Leaving my home
I fled as far as I was able,
across the country and beyond
to forget my family table.
It was never you, my sweet mother,
never you that made me fly.
I know you understood the reasons,
why I had to say good-bye.
I’ve always loved you dearly,
you have always been the one,
who believed I could make a difference,
believed my life had just begun.
Thirty years later
I return to make amends,
to seek what I’ve been missing
in my family and my friends.
Your voice has long been calling me
to come home and share our love,
through the years I have honored you
making peace with the Lord above.
Now a fragile angel
your face is turning white,
fears have taken you over
having long given up the fight.
Your smile still beams
and your eyes still dance,
I’m here with you now
praying there is still a chance
to give you all that you deserve
before you choose to leave this earth.
May together we experience
the path to life and true rebirth.
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