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 These poems bring us hope during troubled times through our connection with nature. Chapters include poems on dreams, understanding ourselves, nature, robots and us, and living in the time of covid. There is also a special chapter of legends told by poetic verse.
"Dreams" is the opening poem: From your pillow through your window you travel to your land of dreams. Its special places only you know - their vistas bathed in sunny gleams. Flowers carpet the valley, birds chirp from the trees. From them you absorb energy while you float in the breeze. Now put structure in your vision to give your life new meaning, and you can do with what you’re given with a joyous and prideful feeling. (c) 2021 Larry Kilham  The rabbit sits in frozen awe
its button eyes fixed on me its long ears pointed skyward to catch what it cannot see. A sprig of grass hangs from its chin or could it be my shredded flowers? The furry creature starts to move to the garden he thinks is ours. I grimace and whistle and the rabbit scampers. May peace endure but I fear more capers. (c) 2021 Larry Kilham  I awoke to the early birds singing
and to the morning glory’s petals opening to a stillness before the business storm for a glorious moment tranquility was the norm. Then The Cloud floated down and settled in town after town. and suddenly we were on the slippery slope grabbing for lost and elusive hope. Power and money and things lost meaning and dozens of oligarchs are fleeing while millions of hapless ones writhe in despair and waves of false promises electronically fill the air. Yet the early birds still are singing and the morning glory’s petals are opening and hope is rekindling a new search for meaning which will lead us to the promised land of yesteryear. (c) 2020 Larry Kilham Many winters have passed
but this was the worst. After the snow melted we found the lurking curse. There was a weird silence as the wayward spirit floated down. Microbes and crazy ideas spread from town to town. We used to know where we were going and now our view is often blocked. Real inventions and adventures are fading because our welcoming doors are locked. We have lost sight of meaning – something important for us all. Meaning would give us purpose when sacrifice does us call. After winter comes spring when we’ll see what fresh meaning and new ideas can bring. (c) 2020 Larry Kilham  Today
the snow began above in the mountains moving down silently crossing the rocky cliffs dusting the stoic trees whitening the fields sharing my window. © 2019 Larry Kilham  The mist rises from the lake
in the chilly dawn. The ducks are leaving and winter is coming. The frost is on the panes but we will have each other in our feathered nest. © Larry Kilham  White and pink and yellow and awesome
the daisies bloom until the cool of autumn. Most other plants have shed their flowers that have gladdened us for many hours. Now there are fields of golden daisies quiet beauty as far as the eye can see restoring hope, joy, and tranquility after a season of chaos and uncertainty. (c) 2019 Larry Kilham There's the crisp fall air and
the fruit stands are closing. The foliage colors are starting hummingbirds are leaving. Enjoy the coming winter – a forever tradition. The endless season of climate change is coming. (c) 2019 Larry Kilham  The water lilies are floating on a placid pond
while the busy biosphere churns below and the bewildering human world lurks beyond. The lily pads happily absorb the sunlight into their myriad living cells and they offer rest when dragonflies alight. Why can’t we be like the water lilies floating along through the universe of life leaving the environment free of strife. (c) 2019 Larry Kilham |
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