Early morning foggy bay windows conflate the assembling verdant canopy before my brooding mind; becoming and impressionistic. From my bungalow of a tree house the view is bucolic, there are no other dwellings in sight, only the lilt of the foliage of the lissome trees. A harbinger of darkness draps over the peninsula, more thunderstorms insouciantly imbue the labyrinthine horizon. Precipitation is sempiternal; a plethora of Adam’s ale waving, streaming and pooling. The Susquehanna and Delaware swell with ebullience to ravel a propinquity of riparian for all. In penumbra we pause, the pall promising more to come.
As the summer solstise sun
Lights my verdant canopy
A new season has begun,
A hopeful and a happy one.
A breeze tickles the shining leaves
As they reflect their brilliant leafy green,
While the massive globe slants and heaves;
A significant shift; fifty-nine times I’ve seen.
One minute less, each day, to light the bay.
Tilting not so slowly in another direction
Casting erstwhile shadows to another way,
Under perpetual radiation, like orbit anon.
SHADES OF RAIN
As I sit here in anticipation of the storms that seem to be dissipating before reaching this shore I view the map that is strewn with with that color between blue and yellow of the spectrum that is as green if not greener than the virescent canopy which drapes before me keeping the aforementioned cacophony at bay. Weather or not, the day will inevitably unfold to share it’s inscrutable riches on the haves and have nots, without a doubt like the wraith rains themselves, more so on some rather than others.
“It’s the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” – Albus Dumbledore
ONCE UPON A LIFE
Getting to this place merely minutes ago, relieved , excited, enthusiastic, and extremely grateful, moving into it to the point of physical exhaustion and torn ligaments and aching bones, still filled with gratitude even though the aches and pains never go away, and struggling working most days as hard or harder in order to accrue the funds to maintain these quarters, with time elapsing at a velocity of rapidity impossible to measure, along with the difficulties of earning income, I have to ask myself if I am beginning to take this dwelling for granted. How do YOU measure a year?