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My View in the Evening

Autumn 2020
Morning overture
trek shore of eternal soul
don the evening’s shawl

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir

People. We are complicated and simple. We are shy and rowdy. We are there in the city and here in the country. We are seen and invisible. We exist and then die.

We are, in the quiet pause, an eruption. And will always be the star.

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break through

don’t listen to her
chaos heart spirals downward
cowers in comfort

break through

numb fingers touch skin
outsiders peering within
lewd lips lick her sin

notice more than she…
rather dark… another spark
desperately hoping…

i thought he had gone…
rampage… i couldn’t sit still
flying words swarm me

i am surrounded!

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took a jaunt

To think just a few days ago I was reveling in the 60 degree weather of early March.  A sudden blast of cold has taken the spring bulbs by surprise and a few bugs that had hatched.  Nature can be so unfair, turn against the very being of herself.  Oh! she commits suicide at the twinkle of a star, with the turn of earth, a resurrection promise.  What folly!

I welcome the consideration, the mossy carpet I sat upon.  If you look closely and marvel at the intricate design that awaits underfoot, who knows what wisdom you will find.  The luxurious feel must be a welcome reprieve for some bird or critter scattering about the rocky terrain.  Yet, I never seem to have company pondering away hours under the oak tree that has stood here for a hundred years and the other who succumbed to age.

There exists another sign of spring a bit farther along.  A sole dandelion appears in the field.  Lonely as I.  Waiting for the bluebirds and bats to flit about the sky, eating unwanted bugs and bringing beauty to the eye.  Nature can certainly be marvelous.  What a treat I await knowing this cold snap is only for a while.




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Summer is coming

Summers are hot and humid in the plains of southern India. It’s a tough season. We sweat, like incompetent lawyers, the moment we step outside our front doors. We feel dehydrated every few minutes. The tar on the road angrily gleams, barbecuing the soles of our feet. Suddenly, the sun assumes that we are all […]


As an avid birder I share these Asian birds I otherwise would never see. And a great post to read for Earth Day. Enjoy! 

Thanks to christbaharath @

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Photos taken with Iphone 4s. Turkey Run State Park, Indiana, USA.

Please do not use these photos without asking permission.

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Oriole you flit
about the woods
morning dew awake!
Two tall hats
poking at your breakfast
swooping tree to tree!
Flowers unfurl your dress
the other birds are singing
“Sunshine has appeared”!