CROSSING
April 2, 2011
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
T’was a soft and loving summer’s night,
That stood close and kissed a winter’s dawn.
The warmth of long days had slowly cooled,
And fall’s chill had painted, pooled
A gift of basketless leaves and flowers strewn,
To wither and then to dust to turn,
Beneath a bright and glowing autumn moon,
As lengthening shadows upon the field began to loom.
And, creatures large and small,
Furred and feathered, short and tall,
Began to venture forth, to creep into the room,
While aged the world before me ran,
Yet t’was young and still spry as the new born fawn
That I spied one early sleepy morn
As it strutted and danced across my lawn.
In love with life it jumped and pranced,
While I crept as close as I could have chanced.
Then, while embers from a fire close by,
Cracked and popped, and began to lose their heat and die,
I stood quiet as the soft sand colored creature passed,
While in silence each found the other’s eye;
And with gentleness we both touched the other’s face
And across its muzzle my fingers traced,
While its warm short breaths my throat and face embraced.
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality.
Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems.
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mandyeward
Beautiful. You paint the sweetest picture with your words and I am so glad that I managed to get to the end of it this time – It was well worth it!
Thank you.
M♥
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Gordon
Mandy, I am glad you were able to read it this time. When I looked at it on paper it registered one way without punctuation but on the blog I could see what you meant. It was confusing and I have to thank you for pointing that out to me.
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T.L Tyson
Greatly enjoyed this. Fall is my favourtie season and the part about the leaves really captured my affection for Autumn. 🙂
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Gordon
Tee, glad you enjoyed this. Fall is my wife’s favorite time too.
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