Tag: nature
group name: freeverselovers
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September 05, 2007 03:00 AM EDT --
Charcoal shadow slides
Over bark limned by the moon--
Surreptitious trek
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 05, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
Dislodged pebble rolls,
Writes its journey in the sand--
A legend is born.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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July 28, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Cats’ necks crane—silence . . .
Summer grass rustles below;
Necks adagio!
A nose appears, black.
Two ears twitch beside antlers
Covered with velvet.
Graceful, cautious walk.
A tail twitches . . . more
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November 12, 2006 04:42 PM EST --
Couples walking side by side, hand in hand
Sharing the beauty of the day.
I wonder if they realize how lucky they are
Just to have someone to walk with
November 11, 2006
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September 05, 2007 03:29 PM EDT --
See the bright petals!
Peace accompanies their truth--
Sweet, fragrant flowers.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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November 19, 2006 04:46 PM EST --
So tiny, so perfect, so unique
Innocent precursor of power and fury
Formed by the hand of a master artist
Vanishing almost before it is noticed
Settling on a blade of buffalo . . . more
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December 01, 2006 12:04 PM EST --
High in the Rockies
Blanketed now with snow
Often unmarred even by
The tracks of animals
Is the High Lonesome.
Late in the Spring
When the snow has melted
The meadows come alive . . . more
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August 31, 2007 03:33 PM EDT --
On Monday the air at my open window came in uninvited
and at such a pace: not a run, not a skip, but with the sweep
of a ballroom diva gliding a fast fox-trot. I had no choice
but to name . . . more
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September 01, 2007 03:05 PM EDT --
After the funeral friends and strangers parted
from me like the river splits to bypass
a stand of sand and willows.
It has been so long since we fished,
except by way of dreams about Cabo . . . more
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January 07, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
The Diggers sway, lean out needled fingers
in easy forty-fives, wrench back, gray turnings
of sap greens: rain's way of backspacing
tints and tones, pixel by pixel, erased. . . . more
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September 11, 2007 12:04 AM EDT --
The sun faces fall
With all its ferocious mien--
Fizzles early now
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 20, 2007 09:37 AM EDT --
Distant thunder rolls,
Shadows roam along the rocks—
Raindrops splatter one
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 24, 2006 07:39 AM EDT --
Now the snow covers everything.
As if nothing yet had happened,
And we may again begin to form
The guiltless snowmen of our deepest dreams.
And press the angels into unstained snow
Without annunciations . . . more
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March 27, 2007 09:29 AM EDT --
The sleeping cat murmurs
And stretches luxuriantly
Perhaps dreaming of fantastic adventures
And passionate love affairs
Which like with human beings
Seldom if ever happen . . . more
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August 17, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
shy love has wings to fly away
that can be stilled only by night
clouded sulphur butterfly
or berger's clouded yellow? male
Srbsko Beautiful Bug Gallery Here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/pogomcl/SrbskoBeautifulBugs . . . more
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September 02, 2006 08:24 PM EDT --
Locomotive clouds
express to darkening sky
moving moan of bending trees
leaves clinging to whip branches
hawk laughingly surfing aloft
down feather tornadoes warmly spinning
oblivious turtle, . . . more
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September 01, 2007 12:13 PM EDT --
She naps through November,
a calico feline,
back curved into the bluff
as if in an easy chair, and purrs
the stone riffles of autumn,
her tail a quiet “s” trickle
between hardpan and . . . more
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August 16, 2006 02:15 PM EDT --
Time before night
a curtain
of mist
softens the hard edges
of the previous day's heat.
Gossamer . . . more
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September 04, 2006 05:20 AM EDT --
Summer Requiem
air muggy with mosquitoes
whack-slap-- dead bug
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March 17, 2007 06:20 PM EDT --
In the beginning was the beating of the heart.
In the beginning was the sound of the rain.
In the beginning was the song of the bird.
And from the beating of the heart the drum was . . . more
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