The quietness
the stillness
the soft lapping of the water
a little flock of Bufflehead ducks
swimming to and fro
diving and resurfacing
the sunset changing the colors
of the world
These are like gold to me
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Like Gold
Categories: beauty, Birds, Photography, Poetry, Seasons
Tags: colors, quietness, sunset, warer
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Falling
I.
It seems this year
More than ever
The fall colors are
Astounding me
They call me
To stop
Breathe deeper
Slower
Let my burdens fall
I drove up a winding road
Under a canopy
Of fall foliage
It felt like a giant hug
An invitation to joy
My heart rejoiced
II.
Walking in the woods today
The maple trees ablaze
Letting go
Leaf by leaf
Fluttering and falling
To join the ever growing piles
Dampened by the rain
That my tears
My sorrows
My loss and grief
One by one
Would softly fall away
Like the maple leaves
To Become mulchy piles
To feed proceeding generations
© Julie Clark 2021
Raw Material
I.
We are given the raw materials
Of our lives
As on the First Day
Out of the chaos and void
Life began
What will we do with
The darkness and light
Will we separate it into a
Smooth transition of colors
As in a rainbow?
It will be anything
But smooth
Full of fits and starts
Smudges and blackouts
As if we can erase
The messes we have made
Yet stepping back
With the whole of life
In view
Of the one who falls
And is trampled under foot
Yet rises again
Painfully struggling
Forward
Into the light
Into the Love
That calls each by name
We see
The darkness is part of the canvas
Entwined with the light
Creating patterns and contrasts
Always erupting in colors at the end
The struggle of life emerging
If we only focused on
The fire scarred trunk
And did not step back
We would miss
The strength and substance
Of the ancient tree
Still green in all seasons
II.
The artist
The gardener
The teacher
The builder
The writer
The dancer
The musician
All participating in
Taking the chaos
And creating something
Useful or
Something just
Beautiful
Adding to the
life that began
When the light
Was separated from the darkness
© 2016 Julie Clark
Will I?
If I listen
I will hear a variety of
Chirps, tweets and caws
Outside my window
The motors become background
To the symphony
If I listen
If I look
I will see the flowers
In the trees
The vibrant colors
In the garments swishing by
The mouths turning into smiles
If I look
If I smell
I will catch the aroma
Of spices in the air
The curries being prepared
The jasmine and frangipani
Dominating the fragrance of the path
If I smell
If I taste
I will savor the fruit and yogurt
In the lassie
The spices in the biryani
The ginger in the strong
Milky tea
If I taste
If I touch
I will feel the texture
Of the rich colorful fabrics
The weight of the children
In my lap
The cool tiles on bare feet
If I touch
© 2016 Julie Clark
Peace Is
Peace is
in the centering
by strong potter’s hands
amidst the
spinning whirling
world going by.
Then shaped
and formed
useful and
beautiful
ready for
glazed colors
and fire
to set and harden
to last
my life time.
Coming
again and again
to that place
of centering
peace
until
every piece
is given over
to be shaped
and formed
added to
the masterpiece
called me.
© 2015 Julie Clark
Evergreens
This time of year
I am grateful for the evergreens
When their fickle deciduous neighbors are
Shedding their colors right and left
Clogging up the drains
All bare bones and branches now
The evergreens at least
Are holding out
Not making any
Hasty decisions
Except the ever always decision
To hang onto what they have
As long as they can
And keep reaching
Towards the sky
© 2013 Julie Clark
Categories: Autumn Poems, Life, Poetry, Seasons, Trees
Tags: branches, colors, deciduous, decisions, evergreens, sky
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Omaha
The Omaha winter
Stretches its fingers
Into the fall
With crisp blasts of air
It’s a warning
To prepare
“Don’t take me lightly!”
She says
“I am just around the corner.”
The swirling colors
Of the trees
Take their time
To reply
“OK, OK,
We’re leaving
We’re leaving.”
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