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Summer Chimes

Poplar

 

Along ancient paths

newly surfaced again and again

poplars, descendants of

the Aged Ones,

are whispering

in the warm summer breeze

 

Will i stop and listen?

Autumn will come

soon enough

and lash these chimes,

winter will find them gone

 

Now in this warmth only

is their message heard

for this season,

later the falling leaves

and bleak branches

will have another message

 

Life presses in

with it’s pressures

do this, do that

and hurry up

you are late again,

fill every moment

with a call or a text

until the pulse races

and the poplars

playful message of

peace and joy

cannot be heard

for another year

 

© 2015 Julie Clark

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Summer’s End

It was bound to come

Tourists are going home

Leaving the beaches and the board walks

School bells are ringing

Teachers are working hard again

Last minute shopping to get the son still left in college

Supplied with peanut butter and pencils

That crispness is in the evening air

Our sunny days are numbered

Time to buy the winter fuel

Started a knitting project two days ago

(Don’t tell anyone but, I am missing the rain)

Life and Time are moving forward

We are all ushered into their dance

No one gets to sit it out

All is changing

All is turning

© 2012 Julie Clark

 

 

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By the water today

I just need to be by the water today.

Some how I managed to park

Under the tree

With a huge eagle in it.

It reminds me

When I am not even aware of it

You are watching over me.

 

Got my first whiff of blackberries

When I got into the car,

Promises of juicy delight

Later in the summer.

 

He is gathering a crowd

The eagle.

No need to be dramatic.

He just is.

So regal

On his branch at the top of the tree.

 

Me?

Sometimes I need to be dramatic

Just making sure somebody

Is watching.

 

That is what I love about this town

You can drive down to the sea,

Park under a tree with an eagle at the top

Watch a ferry load up

And then a smelly, noisy train comes rumbling by.

© 2011 Julie Clark

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The Breeze

The breeze rustling through the plum trees

Against the clear morning blue

Catches my breath

Suddenly I am in the mountains

Somewhere

It could be the Crestline of my youth

Or Dutch Flat where we spent many a summer day

With our little ones and extended family

Or the Tien Shan

Which we lived in the shadow of for so many years

It is the stillness

Interrupted by the playful breeze

It is the fresh morning air

And sun awakened scents

That bring this mountain peace to me

It connects with a longing for rest

The need to just be

To slow down

To enjoy unfolding beauty

Not to rush off

To the next thing on my list

© 2011 Julie Clark

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