Morning Ruckus

Even though there is still plenty of Summer left, the feeling of Fall is near. A calmness— a brittleness in the distance, of tiny branches crackling—Blue Jays collecting. I heard the Crows the other morning. They are an annoyance to my significant other, but to me their ca-cawing is music—if not a smooth melody, a little out of tune, I drink it in just the same. I wondered why they were making such a ruckus, though, on that morning—it was out of the norm. I peeked outside and saw a crew of them and then I had forgotten that, oh yes, someone had placed a bird feeder up in the tree a few windows down. The crows were mostly sharing the seed, but there was one that was kept at bay—they would not let him join in for some reason—and that was why there was so much noise on that morning.

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I downloaded a poetry App from the iTunes store that simulates the magnetic poetry concept, only you move tiles around with your fingers instead of picking them up.

Here’s a link for more information. It’s initially free and then if you’d like to purchase different “packages” there is a small fee.

http://itunes.apple.com/lk/app/poetry-creator-verses-poets/id371925480?mt=8

Here’s a poem that I made with the App. The photo is a screenshot of it.

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Consider that

Pause       showing

then growl

flop to the fountains

question the fault

give change

well considered

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Happy weekend and Happy writing!

Beginning of Fall

The blog topic of the week at RR was to either write about Summer or the end of Summer. This is where it led me. Inspired by the Squirrel's playfulness yesterday.

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What’s that little squirrel? Oh, you’re collecting nuts and berries, getting ready, huh. That’s not a bad idea. Maybe I should gather some books, good Fall books, books of change, contemplation. The end of Summer brings a different flavor that’s for sure. Is there such a thing as a Summer book or Summer reading? Do you think that refers to having more time to read at our leisure or do you suppose it reflects the vibrancy and fun of the Summer sunshine?

I’ll miss the sun too, but sometimes when we have a series of grey days, it calms me. The clouds look different; the light is subdued, mirroring the rustle of the fall leaves as they make their change from light to dark, and then bareness, nakedness. There’s something beautiful about a naked tree, Little Squirrel. It lies there just itself, nothing to hide, as if to say, “don’t be afraid, look at me. I am you. Don’t be frightened.”

We appreciate the sun more when big grey clouds come. Different flowers will bloom. People’s moods will change. Doggies will bundle up in red knitted sweaters. The hills will begin to change too. Of all the seasons, Fall really does show us how to flow with change, doesn’t it Little Squirrel?

Little Squirrel?…