While I prepare for bouts with winter blues,
Summer signs off with brightly flowered flourish
And autumn holds back motley blaze of hues
That, come rain or shine, my heart does cherish.
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Fall draws nigh, behold…
Forest lays bare heart of gold
Bliss grows hundredfold
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Field and stream raise melodies of autumn.
Summer rests her repute on laurels earned,
When sunlit moods kept hearts off rock bottom
And dances with gloom were with ease unlearned.
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Spirited dances by Summer’s floral legacies in a meadow along the Pond Trail on the Seaforth Peninsula wake first whispers of Autumn’s Muse. Said lively hoedown tempts mortals to pause and catch their breath from summer adventures. Moments of reverie smooth the way to the Autumn Equinox slated for the wee hours of tomorrow’s morning.
Placid pools in braided stretches of Haw River side channels fill hearts with wonder and infuse tranquility into tempests of daily life.
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Mischief holds allure
Villainy beguiles weak souls
Devil’s on the loose
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The timeworn ramp of the old covered bridge across the Haw River at the historic cotton mill hamlet of Bynum, North Carolina gingerly entwines its weathered structure with the threads of time. Built in 1879, the bridge in its heyday serves as a major crossing connecting Chapel Hill to the north with Pittsboro and Sanford to the south. Festooned appropriately with floral sprays of Old Man's Beard and poised atop bridge pylons awash in Duckweed-covered mill race waters, this ramshackle remembrance allows mind's eye to easily wander down memory lanes of bygone days.
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It’s been hot as hell
Autumn whispers at heart’s door
Mind blinks…ride it out
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As sultry summer days outstay their welcome,
Said earthborn misery seeks company
Of kindred living souls who in days to come
Will keep one’s heart from beating sullenly.
Dog Days ebb midst lasting dearth of wet stuff,
Wild streams flow with humble lack of restraint,
Denizens of field and stream, strangely enough,
Draw breath and prevail without great complaint.
Take to heart Earth’s patterns of endurance
Marked by ebb and flows, hard knocks and boon,
Then set your mind at ease with assurance
That this too shall pass with the Harvest Moon.
Good humor rules when mortals take delight
In seasons of life bent on toilsome flight.
© Ilija Lukić 2023
