Melt with you

 

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First snows never last

 

Slow dissolve

In the wan morning sunshine

White to grey

To what lies beneath

Colours returning

Forms rediscovered

A brief reprieve

Before reburial.

 

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Words and images are my own.

 

©2017

 

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Change in Mood

 

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Life reflects

 

The russet tones of a naked spinney

Skeleton trees under a daylight moon

Cold nips

At the tips

Of fingers and nose

Harbinger of something on its way

 

The finger bones of trees

Grasp at the clear, heavy air

While frost

Adorns

Their former gowns

Diamantes for the newly dead

 

This is my brave new world

Land of my endless yearning

Invoking

Passions

Extreme as its seasons

And as beautiful as a late Autumn morning.

 

 

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Words and images are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

River deep

 

 

We took the kids up to the Delaware Water Gap on the NJ/PA border this past week. Jersey girl and I had been up there just a few weeks prior and it was very cool to see the changes the season had wrought.

 

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The scenery is immediately striking.

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The mighty Delaware River.

 

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Marshlands are a strong feature of the area.

 

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By the second trip, Fall had really started to kick in.

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This time we stopped by Dingman’s falls.

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Dingman’s is actually a series of falls.

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The river was a little more dramatic on this particular day.

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The official description: Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area straddles a stretch of the Delaware River on the New Jersey and Pennsylvania border. It encompasses forested mountains, grassy beaches and the Delaware Water Gap, which slices through the Kittatinny Ridge. Miles of trails include a section of the Appalachian National Scenic Trail. Dingmans Creek Trail leads through a hemlock ravine to towering Dingmans Falls.

 

 

All images are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Revolution

I’m reblogging this post, not because I felt it was particularly well written but because I have added a substantial number of photographs since I first published it.

Runaway American Dream

IMG_4192 The Battle of Princeton Monument.

This great State in which I now live, was the crossroads of the Revolution. More battles were fought over New Jersey soil than over any other of the thirteen colonies. Places like Trenton, Princeton, Springfield, and, Monmouth were the sites of some of the most crucial battles of the struggle. Trenton and Princeton are where the tide finally turned in favor of the patriots.

Not four miles from where I type this, is a place where Washington stayed while his army was camped at White House, just down the road (sadly the house burned down in the 1960s but a commemorative sign still marks the spot).

Six miles in a different direction and you find Solitude House, High Bridge. This was another house where Washington (and his wife Martha) is known to have visited as well as General Lafayette, Colonel Charles Stewart, and Aaron…

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Strange fascinations

 

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Conversion

 

You were the Moon

And I the ocean

Your gravity pulled me in waves

Around the Earth

Inexorably towards

The point in space where

Heartlines cross

You pulled me upwards in tiny drops

Until the all of me

Hung in the air beside you

There we shone like polished silver

Until all the stars went home.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

 

I hope I

 

 

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As above

 

Sometimes life is just a dream

Of life

The air shimmers and sparkles

The sky takes on mysterious depths

And we float

Past russet shores

In a self-induced trance

Our boat is made of all we think we know

And it’s taking on water

We apprehend that it may soon slide between the surfaces

Those deeper shadows have an irresistible gravity

And already have a grip upon the mooring line

Rudderless, lacking oars with which to make a shift

We drift

Across the mirror

Never looking into the glass

For fear our world has been upended

And that the water around our ankles

May not be water at all.

 

 

 

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017