“Waiting for a Home” – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA
I haven’t posted in a while… A life consumed… A life confirmed… For me…
In the meantime… I was interviewed for Ignite… Check it out right here…
Red sky mourning… Red sky and the mourning doves…
Yellow leaves grace trees rising above…
Spring is a whimper… Summer is a reply…
Autumn is the way the seasons try to say goodbye…
Summer is falling… Fruit is rotting on the frozen ground…
Mourning doves fly through the winds winter bound…
Frozen time lost in the name of sleep…
When we wake the spring clouds will thunder and weep…
Winter is of the night… Winter is a time of passing…
Winds send the naked trees suddenly crashing…
Darkness lasts longer than the winter sun…
I am of the daylight… Together we are one…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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Hey! Fame at last? Keep us updated. 🙂
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Great article. Good to read something from you again!
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The interview was well done.
Wishing you a safe and warm winter.
Shared the poem …
http://somegoodword.blogspot.com/2014/11/winter-is-of-night.html
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I love mourning doves, the way their wings whistle… My Mom used to say that they “spread their skirts” around themselves when they roosted on the ground.
That was great what you said about “all beings are accounted for” in the interview about permaculture. So true! If only everyone realized that, we would have Eden back, almost. Thanks for sharing, Chris.
Diane
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