Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher.
And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
Lake Hebron in Fall
Lake Hebron in Fall
August 17, 2024
Animus
The smell of a fresh mown lawn, of
grass cropped
close to earth, the earthiness of
it, connecting us
to nature’s intentions, to life
itself and the anima within,
more than makes up for the time and
sweat of mowing the lawn.
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