Looking Out From The Deck
bright tassel-like blooms
dangle among the green leaves
the Golden Chain Tree
red Split Leaf Maple
overflows its red glazed pot
fountain-grass backdrop
bark like paper sheets
peeled under wind-tossed branches
serene River Birch
–LE – 10/29/25
PS: A memory of looking out at my back yard from the deck on the back of our ‘old Kentucky home’.
CynOp 
4 responses to “Looking Out From The Deck”
Nice poem and view. 🙂
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Thanks, Kate… I’m pleased you like it. I was feeling a bit nostalgic the morning I wrote it after an early morning meditation, just before sunrise…; -)
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I miss a lot of people I’ve lost, and places I have lived. Some things just have a way of staying with a person.
Every September, I especially remember Lesa, my cousin and best friend for most of my life. We were so small when we became friends, I can’t recall a time before her. She died of cancer in September 20 years ago, but she still lives on in my heart. So many memories we made…uncountable.
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Even though I come from a huge family with tons of cousins, I have no one like your Lesa. The closest I have is my younger brother by 2 years, Guy. Yes, we have multitudes of memories, they’re not always or even mostly ‘good ones’… My dad encouraged conflict and discord among us. It made him feel more in control … I think … I never could get inside his ming…; -/
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