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Tag: Hocking Hills of Ohio

A Creator’s Palette (Sonnet to The Artist)

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Reflections of autumn’s trees on Rose Lake in Ohio’s Hocking Hills region.  Photo credit:  Keith R. Good

Describing “yellow” leaves in fall, for me,
Does not at all depict their cheerful gleam
As sunlight spills as liquid through the trees,
And they themselves could light the day, it seems.

So also “orange” can’t describe the bliss
That autumn’s gorgeous vista just compels.
And though I can’t rename it, I know this:
Fall’s celebrated color casts its spells.

My favored autumn shades though are the reds:
From rosy blush to crimson, fire-and-iced.
They fairly flaunt and flame as they turn heads.
There’s no way common “red” would have sufficed.

How can we label paints and pens of God
That leave us reverential, praise-filled, awed ?

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018,  DAY 11:  CRIMSON

RETURN TO THE HILLS (Sonnet for My Keith, and Our Little Blue Cabin in Ohio’s Hocking Hills)

 

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How many years have you and I come here
To seek a respite from demands of time?
We listen long as birdsongs echo clear,
From porch swing’s nest, to hills we dare to climb.

We had to leave behind our getaway,
As pressures of life’s urgencies took charge.
This season rendered cabin dreams “someday,”
But pressing needs no longer loom so large.

We’re homebodies (both you and I), and this,
Our quiet cabin nestled in the pines,
Feels so like coming home, it’s simply bliss –
This space where life and harmony align.

I’ve seen these hills with no one else but you.
There’s none with whom I’d rather share this view.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

Whatever is lovely…

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Photo by Keith R. Good

Hushed splendor

echoes through rich autumn forests,

softly laden

with a palette of Eden’s origin. 

Senryu for Autumn’s Hills, 2014

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I.

The drone of demands

Briefly switched with hushed stillness

As leaves fall like snow

II.

Horns, sirens, red lights

Renounced for crimson-dappled

Pine needle footpaths

III.

Here, silence is found

Not in lack of sound, but in

Raindrops on crisp leaves.

IV.

Crickets and songbirds

Harmonize with the tall pines,

Singing as they sway.

V.

Cabin-bound evening

As fierce autumn storms descend,

But can’t dampen joy.

VI.

Unseasonal warmth

Gives way to plummeting temps.

Two hearts find kindling.

VII.

Sizzling bacon

Crackling fire in the hearth

Savoring morning

VIII.

In vain, camera’s eye

Tries to mimic that which is

Creator-endowed

IX.

Sun warms exposed skin

As chilled air caresses same.

Season of wonder.

X.

Grateful for God’s gifts

As autumn’s palette fades, and

Our road now leads home