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Tree skeletons
acquire accoutrements
each passing day
pale green regalia
not the deep green
of Summer when the
change in color
is so gradual
as to be imperceptible
nor the fleeting riot
of color of Fall
no, in Spring,
ephemeral evanescent
slight light green
appears by the moment
right before my slow eyes
as I discern
shadows in the woods
a flash of white tail
deer fleet of foot
fly through the brush
dancing to the deep trill
of the wood frogs and
the echoing, haunted cries
of pileated woodpeckers
in the sudden density
of the fast-growing woods
inside the booming forest
whilst where I sit
at the edge of wood
bumble bees hum
and magically lift off
the teaming ground
and fly to the sky
where birds sing to mates
sweet songs of desire
in a crescendo of new life
as you have sung to me
for nearly thirty years
in an ever-changing
ever-growing love
whilst a breeze caresses
a newborn leaf
that tingles to its touch
as I thrill so very much
to the searching clasp
of your hand in mine
(As yet another killer, this time on the campus of Santa Barbara, California, is identified as possibly having Asperger’s syndrome, I, as a Bipolar Aspie, offer this poem written to my Aspie husband for May 14, 2014, on the occasion of our 25th wedding anniversary, to show that not all people with Asperger’s reach for a gun and are violent.)
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May 28, 2014 | Categories: Animal Columns & Poems , Asperger's & Autism , Asperger's and Love , Music of Nature , Poetry , Spirituality , Videos | Tags: Anniversary poems , Asperger's and marriage , Asperger's and violence , Asperger's marriage , Asperger's stereotype , Bees , Birds mating , Deer , Growth , Love , Old love , Santa Barbara killing spree , Seasons , Sights of Spring , Sounds of Spring , Spring , Trees in Spring , Wedding Anniversary , Woodpeckers , Woods | 3 Comments
You stand before me
in total vulnerability
openness spread across your face
how can I resist
I am powerless
before such love
before your open heart
and yet you have to go
live life in your world
after all
though we share so much
we remain alone
we make love,
or not,
no matter
our foundation
is deep and strong
how can it be that
our two bodies
though sometimes
joined in union
remain separate
paradoxically
keeping us apart
how can it be that
our bodies
will break my heart
in the end
for we will die
alone
how can it be that
our bodies
vessels of union
will keep us apart
that one day two hearts
that beat as one
will leave this bodily union
alone
Death cannot sever
our binding bond
though it rips us
asunder
(Dedicated to Thomas, my husband of almost 25 years, with all I have to give)
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April 2, 2014 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs , Asperger's and Love , Nature Photography , Poetry | Tags: Aloneness , Anniversary poems , Blurring of Boundaries , Bodies , Death and loss , Fear of loss , Limitations of bodies , Love , Love poems , Marriage , Romantic love , Separateness , Soulmates , Union , Union of two hearts , Vulnerability | 16 Comments