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the sound of the wind
through the leaves
among the summer
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bird’s songs
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prior to the midday
stillness burning
willingness away
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Jun27
Morning
Tag Archives: summer
Sep10
Summer Poems – Giving
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dry leaves scattered
on the summer tall grass
unable to move
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dead to
themselves ready
to mulch
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withal giving
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Aug20
Summer Poems – We Stall
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we stall through August
aside the rare days
when the sky thundered
the wind hissed and shout
and we run up and down
closing windows pulling
shades and lifting chairs
the following steps
were those of picking up
the tender plants uprooted
from the garden the scattered
tomatoes and plums
august with its singing nights
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Aug13
Summer Poems – Mirrors
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summer comes
with invisible mirrors
on which each one stares
poses and eventually
struts away
indifferent are the spaces
on which people pause
I look up at the abundance
of details I look at them
and turn my eyes to
the parching fields
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Aug6
Summer Poems – The Dog
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she huffs and puts her face
down lined up with the concrete
patiently waiting for me
to remember to feed her
as I read and write and forget
the cat comes protesting
instead loud and demanding
until I get up to feed them both
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Sep18
The Last Summer Sun
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I turn my shoulders
to the last summer sun
inconsolable for fall
at the door and winter
following they get into
my bones and stay too
long I try resignation
to no avail on my
mutilated wings
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California Notebook 03 is on its way!
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Aug1
Italian Summers
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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service
on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises
awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation
into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two
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Jun13
Dreams From The California Notebooks 02
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I cannot be richer than
on summer nights
deep in silence
and beauty
open wide open
window mind soaring
above a few clouds strolling
by the moon
the language of nature
whispering to me the
dreams to come
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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Sep6
Crossing Rivieras
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wellness downing
with the evening
lightly salty breeze
it’s a loud concert
around me waves
crashing every where
deep remote thunder
of the sea underneath
brought up by that
back and forth moving
crickets and cicadas
fighting for the solo
now that the city man
who couldn’t stop
talking has left
I’m laying on the cliff
open to the sky
a million pieces of
me scattered the last
rays of the day will
gather
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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.
Aug13
Italian Summer, Ferragosto 2015
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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service
on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises
awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation
into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two
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Sep18
California Notebooks, 2014
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it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same
a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose
myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to
the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back
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Jul13
The London Hours, 2012
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The hour approaches
the you has changed colors
as seasons do
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I like yours better
hues of wheat and blue skies
his were the colors of night
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his eyes too small and close together
I’d rather be close to you
and dive into large ones
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although one looks away
although spring is over
and summer who knows
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how long will run
you wished
the haul with me.
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annamosca 