Sunday, December 20, 2015

Taken from "Christmas Garden" short story incl. in author's book: Station Master


Introduction

 

Comes then, the subtleness, tranquil, like floating fluttering fluffy white upon a landscape stark in frigid blending shadows intent on definition to any curious eye, providing shelter for the furry creatures tiny; wary prey, observant notice of the predator hunter stalking near. To ebb slightly into each full-born day from the season just escaped and evade the telling harbinger of where the flow shall note its admission. Each season been and surely present in the now and to some coming future-time, slowly evolves to notice not the chameleon-like delicate change of its inevitable chase across the seasons. To each, its own, in its own time; such, Mother Nature is.

Spring promises renewal birth-of-life with freshness green in forest wood, raining moisture nourishment to tender growth in soft caressing showers. Sometimes its early effort must succumb to Winter’s cold and bitter wind, one last fling to let them know, unkind reminder though it be, that warming days might just win, but the north holds reluctant-tight and offers hint to ride again.

Days’ lengthened path signals that concert harmony dances perfectly to the maestro’s baton waving magic-air as nature calls the tune and all minions must obey; no choice in this, have they.

Slips almost quietly to summer like a ship upon the ocean current sailing in a circle to touch each point of the wide-world compass; the seasons four shall be not denied. Warm days to hot with thunderstorms, oft-times clamorous, they come to cleanse and freshen fragrant with life sustaining gifts gratefully accepted by the needy flora and her creatures there. To the cooling sky of shortened light where flowers fade to hints of crimson-gold still hidden just beyond horizon yonder waiting now its turn to set the world ablaze in myriad palette-colors awesome. Indeed!

A ferrule securely holds the bristles full to overrunning with brilliant hues spoon-splashed among vast varied wildness shapes and textures of the Autumnal fall kaleidoscope expectant. Calm mornings reflect the beauty held in mirror-surfaced lakes until a rising mid-day breeze flutters glass into an ever changing range of mixed and blended intense vibrant. Then, before the eye explodes the myriad tints resplendent like Springs’ remembered flower treasure trove.

Roasted turkey, browned to a culinary magazine’s perfect photo advertisement, with all the trimmings perfect-prepared and Love-presented, Oh! just so, may introduce with that auspicious celebration---What?...an early surprise snow to delight the children, young and old. Into the hustle holiday time where nature goes unheeded, taking unknown notice to all the challenges encountered which it seems, can never be fully accomplished but manages to sustain admiration-appreciation harmony in melody. She remains un-insulted and waits, quite so patiently.

Then, at last, the painted forest relinquishes her beauty-bonnet, save, of course, those pin oak leaves which rattle through the frigid freeze like a bugle harbinger of coming attractions, next. Winter-fun for children with whiteness comes, aplenty. For young-at-heart the cold wind blows excited thrills awaiting all who dare accept the chilly challenge; tender nights for hugging close before a crackling cedar fire, delightful loving to the humming moan in vacant eaves on high.

Before the final ice has melted out upon the lake, green moss on warming southern slopes announces proud the coming Spring. As it begins once more, dear Lord, let me taste of nature’s virtue. The only sin in Providence’s scheme might just be that, precluded, I could not partake.

 

Alabaster-pale Full Moon Refrain!

 
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight

Image in old looking glass reflects time-traveled horizon-trace afar
Yet! Amazing site to  tired eyes, more beautiful than ever, still thou are

Instants, days, on into years, in lightning flash it’s all just soon been
To count the dead, to fear the next, to miss the now, commits dire sin

Once infant crawled, unsteady walked, ran like a fresh, sailed fair wind
Too quickly surf kissed sandy beach, found passing time not be dear friend

Alabaster-pale full moon bright    
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight

Fulfill dear nature-mother’s way---Always! Thy kingdom come!
Blatant-subtle instant-eon, each day-long most treasured awesome

Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight

Spring Beauty-virgin Sweetness-maiden caresses dawn softly the east
Adonis-handsome tender embrace locked-hearts in lasting loving-feast

Southern statue subtle slowly slips on sojourn wind, nearly a silent whisper
Spawned summer storms begot of futile search for just one tempting mister

Placid western monument imperceptibly has paid pained-dues
Lake color bright kaleidoscope reflects Autumnal splendor hues

Sculpted marble icy-cold purviews spouse handiwork now frozen frigid
Daguerreotype slight shadowed black on white hints softly contrast rigid

Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight

All transfixed quietness even in exploded temper ’ere nature goes
Each combination different, yet still same, in gentle ebb and flow

Offered there true love gone holding hands in heaven’s garden upon His earth
Live statues bathed in alabaster-white refrain to value-virtue sweet pure worth

Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight

Lazy “∞” upon yon dream-bed to symbolize that one forever infinity
Body life? A soul. Its own? Spirit true. Replete, to emulate divinity

Alabaster-pale full moon light confesses not an illuminated single solitary faux sorrow
Faith! Family! Freedom! Trinity---hope born new dawn upon the promised ’morrow

Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
Shadowed Graces wraithlike-night
Passionate reality, purchase-tight
Upon soft wind sacred Deity sight
Touch yonder sky to mountain height
“V”-wedge geese in migrant flight
A sin? To miss…true life! It might!


Amen!

 

 

 

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