From the original:

Anni, (Cloudthings) new Prose entry:

When I sit on a verandah in the autumn afternoon, watching the leaves glow chrimson or saffron bright in the late, rich sunlight, I wonder what it is that makes our hearts echo that glow so deeply?

Sitting in my back room, writing letters to a friend, long absent, playing “artist in residence” in Korea, I gaze out my big window to get lost in the swaying, shifting mass of gum leaves against the sky. Again, mesmerized and somehow fulfilled and inspired by the interplay of tree and weather.

Perched beneath the weathered stumps of old steps leading down from the dunes, I cannot resist the trance-like state that overwhelms my senses, siren-like, I vaguely consider. In the end, there is no point in knowing why, it is a gift that nature brings us meditation in such a natural way.
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(Mine)
Poetry from prose:

Autumn Afternoon

view from my front porch
affords me vistas
of
the Autumn seasons
cornucopia
of vibrant folage
as my heart dances
along with the journey
of the falling
wind blown leaves

later in my room
scribing letters
to my artist friend
on a far away shore
gazeing out my window
I see the wind has rissen
by the mutable movement
of leaves against
the background of
billowing clouds
moving across the sky
and my amazement of nature
is monumentally increased

once again I sit in repose
upon the bottom of the old steps
weathered by elements and age
which begs lead me to sandy knolls
my mind is taken to
peaceful places of pleasure
as I accept this gift of nature
serenity is mine