An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

# 1569 TPOS: silhouettes #2


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against the sky
trees filled ~ murder of crows
feel their stare
patience is their virtue
roadkills sweet treat their reward
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TPOS: silhouettes #2
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photo: (c) 2010 Saradunn

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# 1568 TPOS silhouettes #1


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January 7, 2016 ·

morning breaks
cold December sky
frost in the air
birds still nestled
‘cept the crows
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TPOS silhouettes
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photo: (c) 2015 December 20 Saradunn

# 1567 TPOS unexpected beauty #3


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January 7, 2016 ·

abandoned nest
hidden in summers leaves
along shore drive
hardly a peep heard from young
hawks and eagles flew by
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TPOS: unexpected beauty #3
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photo: http://www.nature notes: abandoned bird nests

#1566 TPOS: Unexpected beauty #2

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January 7, 2016 ·

New Year
snow on ground
warm on coast
unbelievable Maine weather
Rhodie leaves flair
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TPOS: Unexpected beauty #2
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photo: (c) Saradunn 2016

#1565 TPOS: Unexpected beauty #1


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January 7, 2016 ·

Epiphany
star in the East
lights sky
two wise boys and wise-girl
Baby Jesus placed in Manger
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TPOS: Unexpected beauty #1
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photo: (c) 2016 Saradunn
watercolor on paper 4″h x 6″w

# 1564 TPOS prompt: sanctuary, seize the poem prompt: door


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past and future’s door
books new and ages past
waterfall calms
eagles fly overhead
Canadian geese courting
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note:
Somesville Library 1904
serene sanctuary year ’round
any weather
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TPOS prompt: sanctuary 7/2014
seize the poem prompt: door
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photo: (c) 2016 Saradunn
entrance to the original part of
the Somesville,Maine Library
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# 1563 … Poetry Pantry #372 …. Trees

Camp Nebagamon
photo on facebook page


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When I was young, in grade school and junior high,
I would visit relatives at “The Range”
as they called their group of cabins
at Camp Nebagamon in Northern Wisconsin
where the married counselors lived.
I remember many things about those visits, but as a child,
felt the trees would talk to us
and remember that when the wind blows
in DownEast Maine where I live now.
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back on the range
remember the sound
whispering pines
fortelling a thunder storm
forests sang a different tune