Each morn
a minute later,
the sun arises
over the river.
Each dawn
a degree south,
on its journey
to the Equator.
Canada geese arrive
following the sun;
disciplined V`s
collapse and rest.
Bees and wasps
flitting lazily,
the sun signalling
the end of struggle.
Leaves depart,
depending on the kindness
of strangers,
for their blaze of glory.
Autumn, inexorable,
cloaks its arrival
in glorious colors,
soon to be blanched
by winter`s snow.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who wished me Birthday wishes, either by commenting or sending Email. I was really overwhelmed by the response and was finally able to trace the "little birdy" who spread the word. AYNETAL3 !!!
Readers, if you have a moment, stop at her journal to check her Birthday Post to me! Wonderful! Here`s the link;
Happy Birthday V!!!!! (Please MAXIMIZE screen)
Ann, {{{ Hugs & Loves }}}
V
Ah, Calliope!
fair voiced Muse.
Supplicants beg your throne
for inspiration.
Goethe approached,
his plea for order,
visions overwhelming.
Ah, fair Emily,
small voice of Amherst,
wanted but a touch
of your gown.
The Bard of Avon,
reincarnated Linus,
overcoming Hercules.
Me, a mouse
in the shadows,
humbled.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
I`ve just attended a wonderful conference on "Mindfulness-Based Cognitive Therapy for Depression & Anxiety." Given by Zindel Segal, Ph.D. and presented by J&K Seminars, it was a most wonderful and instructive experience. The following is a poem I wrote in response to one of Dr. Segal`s meditative exercises.
Imagine a raisin
placed in your hand,
a gift for you.
You stare at the image,
seeing its barrenness,
and yet,
the clefts and ridges
draw you in.
Moonlike, it reflects
the light.
Iridescent!
like a peacock feather,
sparkling.
You feel its weight
touch it with a finger.
It resists your touch
a rainbow of fissures.
It fondles your lips,
odors redolent of wine
and earth.
Sends you to valleys,
then, gently, back.
Tasting,gently at first
the tongue exploring
then a dental teasing,
gently, softly.
Biting, flavors
overwhelming
then, gently, back
to its image.
c 2005, Deabler, V.T.
Terryl Owens is assisted by my son Sean and owner Anna.
Ever see
at second glance,
something so perfect
it spins you back
to happiness?
In Vermont,
the loons are quieting,
stars impatiently await
the darkness of their stage.
Transported,
I feel your breath
warming me.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
