poem from the farm cabin and quiter times...

Dream Stones:

August Moment
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Summer’s heat retreats

to a relief of rain

some long hoped for rains.

A well placed soul
withdraws to consider
within these aged walls
the reaching gardens overrun,
in a waterfall of windswept rain.

Seeking some moment's conviction

as unfolding garden dreams

are quenched with rain
a memory surfaces

of eagles lair

and mountain crag,

a Spirit standing in some tallest pine,

and of storms that rumble there on horizons brow.

And wind
that hints to wary eyes

a quiet shrug of spreading wings

lift to float but momentarilyand lifted up

above the roiling storming clouds
awaiting calms return
to garden’s dream.

While floating there considering,
some place of memoriesof visions hue

and dancing with like Spirits there

in air above the rumbling storms below

in fluted dreams, in softer dreams

before and after passages such as these.

In this time, a wearied world

some land awaits the quenching rain.

And awaiting rain beneath the storm

seeks also a fire’s blessing,

a higher blessing that only eagles see.

Some Spirits perennially return

to a garden’s dream

and through the storm washed gardens walk

perhaps on those stones there,

a path where vines and waterfalls

hold fast to visions
and speak of Earthly garden
visits in gentler times

and seen again
while floating there above the storms.

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rdb - August 2000