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Fall, that most brilliant of seasons,

With an aroma all its own,

Has for various reasons

On my affections grown.

 

It’s partly all the color;

Red? No, reddish brown?

Orange? It’s one or the other,

That leaf that just fell down.

 

And it’s partly the falling leaf;

A twirl, a spin, a sliding drop;

A sky dive, Oh, so brief

With the slightest clatter of a stop.

 

And it’s also that “fally” odor;

Corn in shock, ear on stem,

Leaves when they’re walked over,

As you crunch your way through them.

 

A major part, I must admit

Is school; a bell, a book;

A different room in which to sit,

To listen, learn, and look.

 

And – I might as well be honest,

I like pumpkin pie, a little squash;

All the nuts the trees rain on us.

And Delicious, Jonathan, and McIntosh.

 

Fall’s nice warm days and cool nights,

That hazy, smoky distant view,

The full autumn moon that on us lights,

Those are truly reasons, too.

 

Oh, I know that fall must terminate

To winter; it is only just.

But I’ll enjoy autumn before it’s too late,

For enjoying fall is a must.

               – eab, Oct. ‘75

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The mighty oak from an acorn came,

Bursting, throbbing, growing in strain;

Pulled up by the light, pushed up by the rain.

It didn’t happen over night.

 

No stalwart man is instant made.

It takes pressure, decisions, days of shade;

Pulled up by prayer, pushed by reading, rare.

Small souls and fires quickly fade.    

               – eab, Sep. ’75

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Spring sprung,

 

Summer sunned

 

Fall fell

 

Winter won.

 

Another year complete,

 

Where seasons meet.                      

– eab  ’66

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Going to church is like going squirrel hunting:         

 

Go early,

 

Go expecting,

 

Keep awake, and

 

Look up.    

– eab, 9/91  (a re-post)

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Moon – Leaf

A late-fall leaf hung on the near tree;

A “finger-nail” moon hung in the sky.

They caught peripheral vision

This early morn, as I walked by.

 

One is a charming, distant white globe;

One close remnant of season past.

One has circled earth for long years;

One’s existence we know cannot last.

 

One gives light to a darkened ole world;

One gave shade in its own (past) “hay day.”

One will flutter some day to earth;

One, we all hope, stays far, far away.

 

One has a rough man in a moon face,

However, it’s basically all round.

One has rugged pointy edges,

Tenaciously the leaf “hangs around.”

 

Distant giant traveling the high sky,

Local leaf silhouetted down here,

Were made by our Heavenly Father

In His powerful, yet tender care.    

          – eab, 11/13/09

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Colors Come

Colors come careening,

Like we, last year, were seeing;

Red and yellow and brown

On yonder ridge are found –

Only “yesterday” ‘twas green.

Ah, what colors are now seen.

                – eab, 9/20/10

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God formed hills with curving inclines, [1]

He likes ovals, egg-shapes, and “nearly rounds.”

God made slight bends and flowing lines,

He created “almost flats” and sloping grounds.

 

Man tries, by human contrast,

To make a perfectly straight string.

Right angles stick to him (too fast)

A wobble is a hated, ugly thing.

 

A straight line is man’s necessity,

Making it plumb and level too.

The Creator in His infinite variety,

Finds no new curve “hard” to do.

 

God, in surest sovereignty and might,

Makes His world full of slight bends.

But He made His prime creature’s sight,

To see perfection in parallel ends. 

  – eab, 9/15/06


[1] Penned on the west bank, Middle Fork,Chandalar River,AK.

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