Stimulus

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Stimulus
Spinning your wheels

Stuck in a daily rut
Same old same old day
Time for something new

Needing time for you
 Needing to get away

blocked path
Take a trip to the other side

The one you seldom see
The road less travelled
The path least accessible
Beyond the place to be

Where we need to go
to feel more alive
More often than we do
A place like no other
Where few have seen the view

An adrenalin adventure
to the other side
Past the comfort zone
To the weedy

To the seedy
To the vastly overgrown
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An arduous journey
to where revelation may lie
To where something
could jump out at you
as you wander by

Where the mind is awakened
By the elements of surprise
By discovering there’s more
there is so much more
than what meets the eyes

A gut check trek
Over blind hills
to the other side
To the inspirational

To the motivational
To where revelations hide
hazy woods
Sensations abruptly awakened
Bringing the dark into light
Energy to your being
Focus to all you’re seeing

Colour to your black and white

Where nature may compel you
to perceive a different way
To exist in the moment
Persist for the present
To live for every day

A vital injection
of life adrenalin

straight to the heart
A shot to the senses
An end to past tenses
 The stimulus to start
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Autumn

leaves

Autumn

Leaves piled beneath a wind worn oak
An endless view from where I stand
My sigh, evident in the crispness of the day
The peculiar pleasure of rake in hand

The lingering urge to leap into the fray
Same fresh exuberance of when I was a boy
Knowing, that a hardy bowl of soup awaits
Reward, for doing what I secretly enjoy

More than enough work for my mind to wander
To ruminate, about this unique time of year
To soak in the scenery all around me
To gather my thoughts as night draws near.


A singular spirit that is uniquely autumn

Sights, and smells, that awaken the senses
Fields lined with every shade of the season
Yellows bursting through hillside fences

Glistening between the shadows
The eventual arrival of sun‘s first light
Rising graciously to greet the horizon
Colours that never seem so bright

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A harvest of many luminous hues 
Of fiery orange and peach gold
The great art of our autumn
Blazing red in a scarlet bold

Musky bouquets that fill your nose
Arrows of geese in a unison of shrill
Maples, cloaked in a blanket of now
Sunny days that belie the chill


As October’s splendor slowly unfurls

The breeze provides what nature needs
While colours dance, and then embrace
And newness plants its yearly seeds

Trees, baring themselves to the elements
Leaves, drifting to the morning frost
Slowly dying, yet fragrant still
Paying their annual recurrent cost

With the sharp bite of November winds
A steady sway, and the boughs splinter
The crisp breath of autumn hastened
By the gasp of approaching winter

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The snap of broken branches underfoot
Kindling, for an awaiting flame
Brisk nights, with the whiff of fire
Warm clothes that smell the same

The clarity of the evening sky
Then black and abrupt, as night falls
Stars aligned, on a moonlit canvas
An air of promise that darkness calls

Autumn sings with resounding refrain
  Saying good-bye, with a flashy final show
A spectacular display of fall boldness
Before the barren white of silent snow


Todays leaves are bagged and set aside

The colours faint, under that same moon
The cold days of December approach
But tomorrow will echo today’s tune.

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