Solitude in Autumn
by John J. Rosenbaum
11-6-1968
Cattle pastures bare and empty
Rustling corn in crisp sharp air
Bare maples stand, leaves fallen deep
The last shot fired and dies away.
Quiet places, distant hills,
Everything is fading now,
The crimson west a brilliant glow
Each million years here touch this day.
Reflected Light
by John J. Rosenbaum
6-28-1988
The full moon shines across the land,
Tree shadows run across my lawn,
Light from our hidden sun I see
Reflected light from dusk to dawn.
The trees beneath are silhouette
Small wispy clouds glide past the moon,
The crickets give their endless call,
With love and life, my souls’ in tune.
I listen deep to every sound
For in between time comes to bay,
It’s passing cease’ to hem me in,
I siphon off the weight of day.
Thus gently can I feel the night,
Reflected light to view the day,
No moment seems to crowd me now,
Beneath the trees I pick my way.
As morning rays transluce the sky,
And moon is slipping out of sight,
I know the day will better be
Was entered from reflected light.
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