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Positive Note about Plastic Pollution

Monday, October 19th, 2020

 

The link below was sent to me by Pauline Rosenberg, who is my “mentor” in the area of cleaning up the environment. She sent me this link about a solar powered “boat” that cleans up plastic. Here is a photo from the link to the brief but wonderful news about plastic pollution.

Thanx, Pauline

 

Encouraging News!

A Dutch inventor is cleaning the world’s most polluted rivers in an effort to save the oceans. Boyan Slat has made it his mission to remove plastic from the oceans. His organization, The Ocean Cleanup, has successfully started to clean the pollution that has been circling in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.

Read in CNN: https://apple.news/APO74Q0vvS1CyYqD8Ypc1lA

Shared from Apple News

This is proof that ONE person can make a difference!

First Day of Fall: Rhymes and Photos

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020

Fall is my very favorite season, so I have penned several (mostly) rhyming poems, some of which I have  posted over the years. But here are several all together to celebrate the first day of Autumn with photos from my own archives. Some of the poems were written when I was a bed & breakfast cook in Maine in October, when the foliage was really “flaming!” This was especially apparent at the lake across from the B & B, with trees aflame like a ring of fire.

Note: The photo under Never Ending Autumn is original art from my laundry book, For the Love of Clotheslines, created by my artistic friend Pat when she visited me.

 

Awesome Autumn

There’s a tree outside my window

flaming leaves it does adorn;

every day its fire greets me

through the softly, sunlit dawn.

Leafy-laden, tall and stately,

in the wind I hear its sighs;

brilliant branches span my vision;

color bedazzles my morning eyes.

All too soon the leaves forsake it,

leaving branches stripped and bare.

Patiently I await the springtime;

green returns again to wear.

Trees are truly awesome wonders,

‘specially in the blazing Fall.

Kilmer was acutely accurate:

trees are lovely, all in all.

 

Autumn Anticipation

Patiently I wait for Summer’s ending
to fan the flames of Fall.

Summer means only Autumn’s pending,
my favorite season, best of all.

Enduring all the hot summer days,
anticipating September—

Dreams of Autumn’s fiery blaze;
Ah! the crispness I remember.

 

Autumn’s Song

Leaves of red and burnished gold
drift so gently to the ground.

As Autumn turns to winter’s cold,
leaves die softly, without a sound.

Winter dazzles with the snow.
Flowers blossom in the Spring,

Summer brings its sunny glow,
but Autumn, Autumn, makes me sing!

 

Never Ending Autumn

Mother Nature is the lender
of glorious & vibrant Autumn splendor.

I don’t prefer Summer—instead
trees of rust & gold & red.

For all this notion may be worth,
falling leaves are jewels of Mother Earth…

A carpet of many colors ….  splendid;
no need to save, change, or mend it.

Perpetual Fall would be my fantasy;
looking up, only brilliance would I see.

Autumn splendor that never ends—
That’s what this poem lovingly intends.

 

Fall Fever

The leaves are barely turning,
yet my fever has begun!
I feel October’s yearning,
as I bask in the late-day sun.

Summer makes me sweaty;
Winter makes me whine.
Spring brings on a smile,
but Fall is definitely divine.

This fever brings me pleasure.
I’m eager every year
to enjoy Autumn’s treasure,
and when it’s gone — a plaintive tear.

Each season has its place,
but my heart belongs to Fall.
A feeling I cannot cure,
Fall Fever says it all!

 

Autumn Daze

Sunshine warms my weathered face,

Upturned to greet its glow.

Shimmers on the water.

Glassy ripples….. slow.

Mountains bloom russet shades;

stillness on the dock.

Nature all around

on leaves & grass & rock.

Oh! That Fall could last forever

Through the winter long

October mem’ries keep me warm

with Autumn’s flaming song!

 

 

Fall Fascination

The trees are shedding their autumn garb–

Leaves, falling softly, like a whisper.

Soon the branches will be naked and

shivering from winter’s wind & snow.

But for now the lingering flaming foliage

fascinates me like nothing else.

The leaves’ last hurrah—dizzy & dazzling,

bursting with color.
An encore before Fall’s finale!

 

Autumn in Bridgton (Maine)

 

 

Autumn rain has come to Bridgton

The leaves are all aground.

A flaming carpet ‘neath my feet;

They fall without a sound.

Autumn rain has come to Bridgton;

A wet and wonderful chill.

Sad and somber some would say,

But I love the Autumn, still.

The rains will change soon, here in Bridgton,

To sparkling sunlight on the lake.

I’ll gather leaves from Nature’s carpet—

A bit of Bridgton I will take.

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