Between the Waters

Posted by: EarlB, 11:55 AM GMT on May 02, 2013

Dear Zoe.

Here we go again, Springtime is in full swing here, everything is
bursting with green. The peach trees have shed their pink blossoms
and replaced them with leaves, the apples and pears are currently
covered with both green leaves and pink-white blossoms, for some,
the blossoms don't need a solo, starring role.

But the most impressive life-filled rebirth is that of the 28 acres of
winter wheat surrounding the house. I love the solitude that full-sized
corn gives and the solid green mat of a field full of soybeans, but looking
out on the wheat is like looking onto an ocean, complete with the ripple
motion of waves; the deer and wild turkeys like seabirds swimming and the
foxes and other smaller animals like the unseen, unknown creatures below
the surface.

What a beautiful sight.

Our national anthem speaks of "amber waves" but my favorite waves are
those of the young ocean, not of the old, so Spring is when I take to the sea!

You are old enough now to have seen that Springtime beginnings are just
the start of Autumn ends. This week I heard of two friends who have come
to the end of their seasons, and that reminded me that it was this time of year
when your mother left us as well. But, so is life: beginnings, endings and
sometimes a confusion of both. But for now, the Spring of this year is the
green, green wheat and the waves of wind and time running through it.

All my love,

Uncle Roy

(Her strands of auburn hair
Floated
As if blowing in the wind.

Her slender white fingers
Outstretched
As if to hold onto the ripples.

Her hazel-colored eyes
Tearless now
Will see no more.

Her hair will never flow in the wind,
Her fingers will never again meet mine,
Her eyes will see no more, no more.)

Updated: 12:57 PM GMT on May 11, 2013

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A Haiku Triplet

Posted by: EarlB, 12:27 AM GMT on April 21, 2013

Night's dark mystery's
Imagination on fire:
Sweet poetic muse.

The moon's a button
On night's black velvet vest,
Undress night gently.

With dear beloved night,
I walked starred paths… hand-in-hand
Toward morning's marriage.

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Goodbye

Posted by: EarlB, 10:57 AM GMT on April 07, 2013

Goodbye, goodbye
Old friend,
It's your time to pass over.

I'll think of you often,
Think of you fondly
As I gradually grow away.

You taught cold truths
With warm heart.
You taught me well.

Goodbye sharp-edged blue skies,
Goodbye spear-pointed winds,
Goodbye white night-storms,
Goodbye dear Winter.

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Rising

Posted by: EarlB, 12:42 AM GMT on March 30, 2013

A time-dusty family photo
Reveals in camera-stunned stares
Their fears,
Their desires,
Their anxieties,
Their hopes.

They, here in a foreign land,
Travelled with a dream
From countries unknown now
To a country unknown to them then...
Except for that dream rising.

Three generations:
Great, Grand and Parent,
I too, rise, am re-born from this photo
Along with them,
Beginnings a...

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What Matters

Posted by: EarlB, 1:57 AM GMT on March 17, 2013

As I drove on a familiar road
I remembered when
There were no homes,
When there were no lights,
When farm, fox and forest
Ran on to nearly the horizon,
Or, at least as far as you could see.

When it becomes their time,
The next generation will remember
When there were only houses here,
Snug with their lawns,
Safe under their lights,
But then aware of some same change
As I feel now.

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