gosh, smiddy, it's nice to have a request for poetry!.
"the black oaks" describes where i live in the california sierra foothills; we are, for the most part, above the fog and below the snow.
nevertheless, we do get both occasionally.
From my tale, "It is Getting Dark."
It is getting dark.
A stiff wind is coming in off the bay and the eucalyptus trees are swaying. The two-story house next door does not block my view of the sea; it is set back a bit. What I can see is partially obscured by a stand of trees. The gentle back-and-forth motion of those graceful eucalyptus causes the light pouring through my window to cut in and out.
Hypnotic. Comfortable. Warm.
gosh, smiddy, it's nice to have a request for poetry!.
"the black oaks" describes where i live in the california sierra foothills; we are, for the most part, above the fog and below the snow.
nevertheless, we do get both occasionally.
Very well expressed, smiddy, and thanks again for your request. Yes, about the diversity of subjects. Sometimes when I say no more poetry for me on JWD, you and others pop up and encourage me! It's not everyone's cup of tea.
You call it gum, I call it eucalyptus -- my favorite tree! When I went to the Gold Coast some 20 years ago, you can imagine my delight in walking through entire forests. They are here in California in abundance. When I see one, I hug it. I love the peeling bark and the pungent smell. They are used here as windbreaks and raised for firewood.
THANKS, smiddy!
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
Thanks, Lisa Rose, for those simple yet useful tips. Glad you're finally doing better!
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
The violent, angry and sullen clouds momentarily give way to the sun. Thongs of crazed, vitamin D deficient humans crowd into the streets for a fleeting glimpse of the brilliant orb. Like a scared child running to hide behind its mother, the sun quickly retreats behind the clouds. The depressed masses, eyes glazed by seasonal affect depression, survey the soggy, moss-covered, decaying landscape, and groan. Obeying their evolutionary instincts, they get in their cars to drive to Starbucks for the drug, caffeine, that is so critical to their survival. With disgust, they observe the ever-present pine needles littering the car floorboards. -- Justitia Themis (8 years ago)
gosh, smiddy, it's nice to have a request for poetry!.
"the black oaks" describes where i live in the california sierra foothills; we are, for the most part, above the fog and below the snow.
nevertheless, we do get both occasionally.
THE SEVEN REDWOODS
Seated in a lounge of cushioned steel, I lean
back and follow my wandering eyes up seven
towering trunks till their limbs and needles mass
as one, hiding rigid shafts that pierce the sky.
Removed from native soil and coastal fogs, I
marvel that dry and hot have harmed us not.
I, too, was born in mist but truly grew though
warmth was scarce and a steely cool prevailed.
Thrive I do amidst a scorching heat, the parching
wind; like these trees, I, somehow, shall survive.
gosh, smiddy, it's nice to have a request for poetry!.
"the black oaks" describes where i live in the california sierra foothills; we are, for the most part, above the fog and below the snow.
nevertheless, we do get both occasionally.
How kind you are, millie!
Many thanks.
today is the four year anniversary of the last time i set foot in a kingdom hall.
it was the day of the kool-aid issue of the wt!
“at that time, the life-saving direction that we receive from jehovah’s organization may not appear practical from a human standpoint.
Kudos, jp!
If that statement wouldn't wake one up, I wonder what could . . .
Best wishes on your journey.
gosh, smiddy, it's nice to have a request for poetry!.
"the black oaks" describes where i live in the california sierra foothills; we are, for the most part, above the fog and below the snow.
nevertheless, we do get both occasionally.
Thank you, sparrowdown and jp, for posting -- much appreciated!
given the proliferation of websites, youtube channels, books and other forms of media attention focusing on the extreme policies, teachings and scandals of the watchtower bible and tract society; where does this now leave the governing body's credibility?.
zeb:
G. Loesch, in some courtroom proceeding, stated he was not answerable to the Watch Tower Corporation, a legal entity. From sometime back there was a separation made between the corporate and the spiritual bodies.
I'm sure another poster can find the exact quotation. My 2 cents is a scant memory of what I had read.
gosh, smiddy, it's nice to have a request for poetry!.
"the black oaks" describes where i live in the california sierra foothills; we are, for the most part, above the fog and below the snow.
nevertheless, we do get both occasionally.
Smiddy: The picture above is one I painted many years ago, It declares my wonder of and fascination with water and mountains (where I spent my childhood).
Note: I meant in the OP to write Sierra Nevada Foothills.
