INFUSION

Every season I think is my favorite
until autumn comes painting the trees
oh Autumn you are such delight
carpeting forests with colored leaves

Oh clouds who the sun do hide
the wind move's your cotton puffs
these such times our cherished days
where the weather's goes turning rough

Fading are the days whose warmth
will emerge to the rising chills
and trees undress their lofty boughs
standing naked upon barren hills

the colors of the fields are fading
the sky dawns with a dusky hue
the fledgling rain in it's delivery
stays the grasses wet with it's dew

You've redressed the bounds and landscapes
and the sunsets have started to blush
birthing all the rhythms in nature
and of seasons transforming their flush

The sunlight's zenith will be shedding
exchanged for the blankets and veils
where the finery of your mountain valleys
wear ash gray along with your dales

The cauldron of life's ever stirring
expression is cooked on it's range
the shades of the paintings dynamic
and it's canvas always subject to change

Like spices you alter the flavors
of the years ever changing their gown
where the fare you serve on times table
finds the trail to joy you lead down

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2017 Poetry of Providence
C. Michael Miller

Ecc 3:1 For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:

CLIFFS OF MOHER ~ IRELAND

El elefante de roca basáltica en la isla de Heimaey (Islandia)

Que verdad es esa de que algunas veces las nubes o algunos paisajes naturales nos hacen soñar al reproducir las siluetas de ciertos animales. Pues bien, en la costa de Islandia, en la isla de Heimaey para ser más precisos, si te fijas bien parece como si un gigantesco elefante estuviese a punto de adentrarse en el mar.

Heimaey es una de las islas habitadas más grandes de Islandia - tiene cerca de 14 kilómetros cuadrados y 4.500 habitantes. Su paisaje está formado por rocas basálticas. Lo que hace que estas formaciones rocosas recuerden tanto a la figura de un elefante son esas arrugas que parecen grabadas en el acantilado que recuerdan mucho a la textura y al color de la piel de estos paquidermos.

El basalto es el resultado del enfriamiento rápido de la lava cuando entra en contacto en el agua fría del mar. En 1973, se produjo una erupción volcánica en la montaña Eldfell de esta isla, y empezó a surgir lava que se dirigía hacia la bahía. Durante la erupción, la mitad de la ciudad quedó aplastada, pero la lava en contacto con el agua del mar fría se solidificó por lo que la isla creció alrededor de 2 kilómetros.

Lo curioso es que el tiempo y el viento han ido también horadando estas rocas hasta crear pequeñas grutas que han acabado por dibujar lo que parece el ojo y la oreja de un elefante flotando al viento.

Milky Way over Langtang National Park ..

MIND-BENDING (or exercise)

It's that time again an hours journey
and walk among the orchards of the past
abundant with ripened fruit in the sunlight
filtering down winding trails through the
meadows and then down to the tide pools
to watch the seabirds glide on thermals
and look for whale sign.
Since you aren't here with me I will have
to take you along the journey with me ,
where we can treasure this together .
Here I can take you down this cache
of times with warm lamp-lighted paths in
verdant gardens where the rise before us
opens into a vast pantanal wetland in full
bloom whose vista reaches a golden horizon .
Places richly adorned and ready for exploration .
Where we can imagine building tree houses next
to Iguazu Falls or sailing down the Yangtze in a
world filled with such possibilities. These are
thoughts that eddy around those spaces of my
thinking one of my happy places . Hiking in
the tropical paradises and sailing the currents
of life in all her regions yet to be traversed ,
places where we can venture upon narratives
and stories of the past and things yet to be
future . The one we should be intent on
building with visions that reach into the
deepest ardor for all that life has to offer.
To look up and be bathed in starry wonders
where the phenomenal energies are bursting
to create something new and wonder at the
source of it's power , but I have barely
begun to explore here , the salt marshes
and estuaries with a sampling of creatures
who move like silk through a rivers tributaries.
To drink this in and yet never be full of the
need to be sustained by all the earths endlessly
engaging endowments . A nursery to such
great diversities and the cycles that are
hardwired into everything we have explored
and will yet put to investigation , delving
until we have those answers . But sometimes
just a days voyage into regions yet unexplored
can shape our minds with the ability to see
past the trivial and mundane matters that many
seem to lumber in , or a temporary escape from
the millennia march of world governments who
are rightly depicted as "predator beasts" who
trample upon the earth . While we can decry the
injustice for which a mere six thousand years
of writing has so well revealed , as long as
predators rule the people will cry . So walk
awhile today in the true gifts of life and
know that those "were to be freely given" to
the many and not to be hoarded by the few .
Walk upon natures trails and regions when
you need to lift your voice in praise for
the real life that is a mere glance away .

Ecc 2

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2017 Poetry of Providence
C Michael Miller 

a beautiful natural wonder 😊