In Week 2.17 of Ecrits Blogophilia, Colleen Keller Breuning reflects on a busy week filled with work and family celebrations, including her mother’s 88th birthday. She shares a poetic piece titled “Summer Sonata,” inspired by the summer night’s beauty under the “buck moon,” capturing love and relaxation amid fleeting sunny days.
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First Frost
The content reflects the arrival of autumn and the writer’s enjoyment of the season. They describe the pleasant weather, their activities, and a unique sighting of Starlink satellites. The post also includes plans for the weekend and a mood of reflection. The writer expresses excitement for autumn and shares their relaxed weekend plans.
Autumn Descends
Autumn Descends Autumn descends with clouds and rain,with harvest crops long gone to grain.Promise of cool days round the bend…but summer doesn’t want to end. Missing the catbird’s plaintive callas crimson leaves begin to fall.Sights and sounds of autumn transcend…but summer doesn’t want to end. Out of the dark, into the dampdubious sun shines likeContinue reading “Autumn Descends”
Paradise Found
Paradise Found In cornflower skiesamber sun plays hide and seekwith cumulus clouds the wildlife beckonsfrom the depths of green foresthooting of the owl squirrels scurry up treesshenanigans in the woodswith frisky chipmunks bumblebees hoverfeasting in sunflower fields standing tall and proud dog days of summerJuly slides into Augustas twilight descends now night comes callingas catbirdsContinue reading “Paradise Found”
Mellow Drama
Mellow Drama I watch the colors in the skylazy wayward clouds drifting bytwilight morphing crimson and goldas the mellow drama unfolds. I smell a fragrance light and fairnight blooming jasmine fills the airits white blossoms of grace exudeinfuse my soul with gratitude. I hear the plaintive catbird callsa sad serenade as dusk fallsmelancholy song inContinue reading “Mellow Drama”
As The Wind Speaks
As the Wind Speaks… April sun fades in crimson skies,Serenaded by catbird cries.Owl takes refuge in maple treeAs the wind speaks softly to me. Thoughts tumble down, into the fray At the end of a weary day.Golden moon rises high and freeAs the wind speaks softly to me. In a trance, dancing by starlight;Lips like velvetContinue reading “As The Wind Speaks”
Colleen Keller Breuning 