And It Will Come
Oak leaves flutter to the ground, landing like silent birds. Do they feel the sun's oblique rays low in the sky? Do they pretend that summer's not quite gone? A whirlwind lifts the leaves. They shake and hiss across the asphalt like serpents warning us not to love summer too much. There's no escaping what's to come – the wind that spits a thousand tiny pin pricks into your cheeks and a snake that laughs and shouts, “Told you so! Winter's here!” by Joan Chamberlin Editor’s Note: As our northern and southern hemispheres feel the autumn/spring...
To Make My Mark on the Earth
I abandoned my bed last night To make my mark on the Earth Imprinting my body against the grass Feeling The Force of the distant Suns I spun with the planet last night To feel the swing of the universe Understanding the continual reach for eternity Feeling so temporary from the Heavens I saw a fleeting star last night To love my insignificant worth Witnessing an immense energy Feeling like an outsider looking in I held your hand last night To appear stronger than I was Sharing what energy I could Feeling the Sun then about to rise I gave...
Autumn Planetary Thoughts 2010
OCTOBER 2010 Waiting for Venus I’m living with Jupiter’s song of belts and storms. NOVEMBER 2010 Heavenly impulse for human love - Venus as Morning Star again. -Andrei Dorian Gheorghe Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login
October Spacetimes...
Great winged clouds flying North by northwest, very high In bright October. A black crow flaps west While a silver plane glides east: Each in its spacetime. Summer triangle, Sliding into autumn now, Down the sky's west slope. Waning Harvest Moon With a black eye, glaring down On our bleary night. One star-dazzled night Outshines decades of dull years... The color of God. Bob Eklund (Los Angeles, U.S.A.) Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login
Floating With You...
Floating with you On a river of stars, Comets in view Between Venus and Mars, Stepping out on a moon On our own cosmic fling, Learning the tune That the Pleiades sing! Bob Eklund (Los Angeles, U.S.A.) Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login
