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While it is still summer and the leaves are green, I thought I would present a poem I wrote about The Leaf. It is a testament to the life span of leaves, and their group contribution to the success of the tree. In many ways we are each a leaf of the tree of life and community. |
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The Leaf Brown and wrinkled on the ground By Rob Hueniken
First published: Aug 31, 2009 @ 17:05 |
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I recently attended a party held outdoors in farming country. Near the road was an old piece of farm machinery, slowly rusting. I wrote this poem for what is past and unchangeable: Waiting long: For men to bind me to their task. For sun and wind and dirt and grass. For purposed motion past that… Continue Reading
I went for a walk at twilight, in the early spring, and came upon the lamps at our neighborhood school. Red Lamps at Twilight In day ignored as children play. At night aglow but colours fade. At twilight lights stand crisp and red. They wait to shine from upraised head. Rob Hueniken [Return to the… Continue Reading
Winter sky The winter sky looks on and dreams of warmer times of grass and streams. It scowls along from here to there and broods about the goods it bears. A snowflake here, or sleeting rain: its harvest leads us to complain. But there’s a secret that it knows: just past the edge of winter… Continue Reading
The sky is amazing. Trees are amazing. Animals are amazing. And we get to experience them. Life is amazing. Love is amazing. People are, well, fascinating, and it’s amazing that we can get along. And we get to experience them. That there is any world here to experience is amazing. Believe in God or not.… Continue Reading
My Twitter friend, Mike Todd (miketodd07), was out raking today, and sent this tweet: Raking leaves in the sunshine, listening to Owl City on the iPod, thinking about poetry. So I wrote this poem on Twitter: Leaves & sun, together, sounding crisp & smelling soft, like earth and summer memories, fallen but still remaining and… Continue Reading
Anyone who has teenagers knows the sadness of their leaving to start their own home. For parents with children the advice is clear: play with your kids; spend time doing things together — today! This is a poem I wrote for my son, whom I love dearly. Cleaning the Workshop The time has come to… Continue Reading
Here is my poem from the 2008 Waterloo writers’ anthology, “Words from Here”, ISBN 978-0-9682520-1-7. It speaks to the surprising situation and feelings one can have about our busy world when we are forced to experience a time without power at night. This poem might inspire further thoughts about how we spend our time, and… Continue Reading
