Showing posts with label August sunset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label August sunset. Show all posts

Sunday, August 31, 2008

FAREWELL AUGUST ~ 'ENJOY THIS LATE SUMMER DAY'


~ Late August Sunset
(Hubbard Lake)
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"Let me enjoy
this late-summer day of my heart
while the leaves are still green
and I won't look so close
as to see that first tint
of pale yellow slowly creep in.
I will cease endless running
and then look to the sky
ask the sun to embrace me
and then hope she won't tell
of tomorrows less long than today.
Let me spend just this time
in the slow-cooling glow
of warm afternoon light
and I'd think
I will still have the strength
for just one more
last fling of my heart."


- John Bohrn ( Late August)

Saturday, August 16, 2008

THE GREATEST GIFT ~ SUNSET / MOONRISE



~ Sunset meets Moonrise

( Miini-giizis - 'Berry Moon')
~ Ojibwe
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"... I'm smart and at four know that the moon is not made of cake with frosting on the top like the stupid song I learned in kindergarten. Maybe green cheese? I see big lemon-green Swiss-like holes on its pocked marked face and wonder how it could be either. I'm glad its glowing face is yellow. It's my favorite color.

My father tucks me in between worn buffalo plaid flannel and kisses me goodnight; his salt and pepper mustache tickles. I like the red and black soft squares and grains of rough sand from the lake that I rub with my toes on the bottom sheet. Grey smells ooze through the old log cabin. The goodnight moon smiles through the wavy glass-paned window. I look into my father's soft steel-gray eyes and ask, "How did the moon follow me all the way from home?"
He grins wide as the world, shows his big white teeth, and says, "Because I tied a string around the moon and another around your finger so wherever you go, the moon will always be with you." I like that. My father knows how to do everything.

I close my eyes. My father cranks open the creaky window. The smell of brown earth and green forest blanket me. Golden moonbeams spill over my face. I sleep in Technicolor ..."

~ The Greatest Gift

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The full moon rises shortly after sunset ...

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