Master in Maine

 sun, my light

wind, my path-maker

 rain, my seed grower

 earth, my partaker

 

by jeanne

Weathering the Seasons

shape yourself for sun

wind, snow, rain, roots, trunk, branches:

seeds each born again

Wind

illustrated by J Byron Schachner

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Gone with the wind

with the wind

the wind

wind

wind to go

 

Wind

art posted by Roger Foucault

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the wind

blew through

tossing birds’ nests

felling two tall trees

and twisting gold finch in a frenzy-

left the spoils

and panicked birds

and leaf and twigs

asunder!

took them

UP

rent them

blew them

DOWN!

Antidote (Poem Spell)

sheep art by catherine

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Antidote (Poem Spell)

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stone in my heart be dust, be dust.

annoying wind, be cranberry yarn.

midnight storm, bring the clear tides in.

leaping dogs, bring the salty shells.

peasant bread, dip in olive oil.

reeds gold and pink, blow in the light.

clenched fist, open and wait.

riot of sunlight, set in the night.

don’t know what to do, you’ve come to the real work.

don’t know where to go, you’ve come to the real journey.

bafflement, get employed.

impeded stream, sing.

4/11/2017

quicksilver

Wind

my photo of my hill between the Berkshires and the Catskills on the Hudson River

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wind whistles, whispers,

whinnies, on the hill: kisses

seeds to make them spring!

Guardian Angel

illustrator:Nicolaj

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sharp on the look-out

through clouds, wind, weather, cosmos

missile with my name

Pattern #35 Horse Sense

Drawn on iPad by Annika Poland (4 years old)

hooves to mane-beyond
thunder, stars, grass’s grazing
wind whipped strokes of wild!

Pattern #5 Wind

Whispers moans and groans
Upends bones stones zones-intones
Unknown morricones.

– ennio morricone, grand officer omri , ˈɛnnjo morriˈkoːne (born november 10, 1928) is an italian composer , orchestrator and conductor , d d

Sky

Sky

No sky
Below
In Quicksilver studio.
But basement roots in shadow.

Sky
In kitchen.
Skylight rains sunshine;
Reflections on oranges.

Sky
In Pathfinder.
Skylight clears pathways
For intimate exchanges.

Sky
On deck
Rises to 100 degrees
In March and April eves.

Sky
On hill
Swirls wind and birds and calls
Spices for each season.

Sky
Is not
My planet, but the aura protecting
Multiplying molecules: myself!

Jeanne Poland