I have always been intrigued and saddened by the Holocaust. To my young mind the deaths of so many people to further the aims of a madman was incomprehensible, it still is . As time passed I read whatever I could find on the subject. Not out of morbid fascination but with a need to understand how human beings can do these things.
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198. Autumn is the dim shadow that clusters about the sweet precious things that God created in the realm of nature. ~Northern Advocate
That soft autumnal time...
The year's last, loveliest smile,
Thou comest to fill with hope the human heart,
And strengthen it to bear the storms a while,
Till winter days depart...
Far in a shelter'd nook
I've met, in these calm days, a smiling flower,
A lonely aster, trembling by a brook...
~John Howard Bryant
In autumn the Maker’s pigments turn from the soft pastels of springtime to emboldened, jewel tones.
Shining, simmering shower
—Bette A. Stevens © November 19, 2002
On my 55th birthday after observing the Leonid meteor shower, I wrote this haiku. The following day, I shared it with my fifth grades students and after some celestial research, the students wrote their own “Heavenly Haiku” poems.
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- Leonid Meteor Shower Tonight! Don’t Miss The 2013 Meteor Shower Leonid 11/16/2013 (americanlivewire.com)
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- SIGNS IN THE HEAVENS – Leonid Meteor Shower Peaks This Weekend: How to See It (endtimeheadlines.wordpress.com)
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The weather today
Is full of leaves
Feet walk through them
The ground covered
The air filled with musty
All is cozy inside
The signs of
Old man winter
Is sneaking upon us
Just posted a
Notice to me
Night a chance of
Six inches plus
Of that white stuff…
- Hibernation (slideshare.net)
183. Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? ~Walt Whitman
And this our life,
exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees,
books in running brooks,
sermons in stones,
and good in everything.
Standing beneath the Shumard Red Oak made me feel like I was standing in a temple of the Most High. The breeze was ruffling its leaves, and they in turn were prompting sacred tongues to utter incantations of their divine purpose.
PEREGRINE FALCON, NEW YORK CITY
By Robert Cording
On the 65th floor where he wrote
Advertising copy, joking about
The erotic thrall of words that had
No purpose other than to make
Far too many buy far too much,
He stood one afternoon face to face
With a falcon that veered on the blade
Of its wings and plummeted, then…
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT (Excerpt)
by T.S. Eliot
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory…
- The Addressing of Cats, poem by T.S. Eliot (4writersandreaders.com)
by Edward Hirsch
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
With the final remaining cardinals) and then
Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last
Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground.
At twilight the light, too, is layered in the trees…