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POETRY by D. L. Finn<\/p>\n
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\nThe icicles dangle downward
\nReaching for the substantial snow
\nEach drop bringing them closer
\nAs the landscape merges into itself
\nIt is silent in its existence
\nUntil a raven reveals itself
\nWondering what\u2019s in the trash
\nYet, the moment remains peaceful
\nSitting and surveying in the chill
\nAn instant promising potential
\nWhen there is no celerity
\nWhen crackling fires call
\nWhen surroundings are concealed
\nSoon, the renewal will be revealed
\nBut now it\u2019s the stage of contemplation.
\nFor sustenance
\nFor solace
\nFor soul
\nTo live on our abundance of the past
\nThis is the gift of the snow
\nWhen we can replenish our hearts
\nIn the silence of the icicles.<\/p>\n
\nThe freedom of the blue skies
\nWelcome us warmly back
\nOur path is asphalt
\nOur vehicle a mechanical horse
\nOur guide is the wind
\nLush green walls soar
\nThe sun illuminates the way
\nOaks are waking up after a long nap
\nAnd I\u2026
\nI fill my soul
\nWith nature\u2019s flowering renewal
\nBursting with beauty and abundance
\nIn the freedom of spring.<\/p>\n
\nRoaring white, pounding the granite
\nSwirling, swelling, splendor
\nThe air is heavy with anticipation
\nIt blows over me like a lover\u2019s touch
\nFilling my heart with sweet floral ecstasy
\nI relax into the experience
\nEach breath carries away my worries
\nMy eyes fill with abandonment
\nAs the rushing liquid serenades me
\nSinging the praise of this paradise
\nUntil the different directions converge
\nAfter a brief resounding rumble
\nThey combine and continue on their way
\nLeaving the moment where the rivers meet.<\/p>\n
\nAs I sit perched up high on our lanai
\nComfortable on my recliner in the shade
\nThe ocean draws my gaze
\nIts sapphire and emerald water calls me
\nWhile the blue pool floats in its space\u2014uninviting
\nI hear the sea\u2019s song as it smashes onto the shore
\nThe surfers ride its motion
\nThe snorkelers gaze into its depth
\nAnd the swimmers float on its perception
\nOur attraction is undeniable
\nOpposites: one of air, one of water
\nIt beckons, and I must respond
\nOffering myself up to the hidden world
\nUnder the cerulean summon
\nI answer, embracing the ocean completely.<\/p>\n![\"D.L.](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/DL-Finn.jpg?resize=178%2C178&ssl=1\")
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