Aurora – v2

Below the dome of the stars
in the frozen February sky
Pull over to the shoulder
my visible breath aglow…

Dancing lights, flickering stars
sway to the images, the movement,
stored on rods and cones,
Turquoise and ruby red grapefruit
Pale canary and pure blue…

The magic froze me for a while
separated from my journey
by the light show, the wonder,
echoes of the solar eruptions…

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Edited January 25, 2024
Aurora – v2
10/1/04 22:40
Aurora
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/10/aurora.html
Claremont to Durham,
regular drive, autopilot
Routes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4
Exit 5, New England College down the road
Aurora Borealis that night
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Paradise Sunset – v4

From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust

melting pale canary yellow,

bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt;

a sudden sunset between

the twin pitons

The warm leeward breath

rising up from the ocean’s surface;

wafting up the slope

of the volcanic ridge

Rich lush greens,

sweet fragrance on the tropical breeze;

Air wet at dusk

falling through the dewpoint

Dark wrapping us like a blanket

heat not yet abating;

looking out on the now placid sea.

Weak light of civilization

hidden behind, beyond the road below.

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edited August 14, 2015

Paradise Sunset – v4

(editing original again)

edited April 18, 2015

Paradise Sunset – v3

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2015/04/paradise-sunset-v3.html

(editing original again)

Edited August 9, 2012

“Paradise Sunset – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/08/paradise-sunset-v2.html

2/14/06 22:10

“Paradise Sunset”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/02/paradise-sunset.html

Honeymoon, April 2005

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Paradise Sunset – v3

A cascade, from a pure royal blue,

to a spectrum of rust;

Pale canary yellow, bleeding

to burgundy and finally cobalt

Sudden sunset between

the twin pitons;

A bit of magic

over the sea

The warm leeward breath

rising up from the ocean’s surface;

Wafting up the slope

of the volcanic ridge

Rich lush greens, sweet fragrance

on the tropical breeze;

Air wet at dusk, falling

through the dew point

Dark wrapping us, a blanket

looking out on the now placid sea;

Weak light of civilization

hidden behind, beyond the road below.

======

edited April 18, 2015

Paradise Sunset – v3

(editing original again)

Edited August 9, 2012

“Paradise Sunset – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/08/paradise-sunset-v2.html

2/14/06 22:10

“Paradise Sunset”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/02/paradise-sunset.html

Honeymoon, April 2005

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Paradise Sunset – v2

The sky morphing, changing
from a pure royal blue,
to an earthy spectrum of rust
pale canary yellow,
bleeding to burgundy and finally cobalt

A sudden sunset between
the twin pitons, before us
their presence the center
of the whole tableau

The warm leeward breath
kissing us, our group,
rising up from the ocean’s surface
wafting up the jagged slope
of the volcanic ridge

Rich lush greens, the jungle
sweet fragrance on the tropical breeze
Air wet at dusk, around us
falling through the dewpoint

Dark wrapping us like a blanket
looking out on the now placid sea.
Weak light of civilization
hidden behind,
beyond the road below.


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Edited August 9, 2012

“Paradise Sunset – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/08/paradise-sunset-v2.html

2/14/06 22:10

“Paradise Sunset”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/02/paradise-sunset.html

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Pumpkin trees, Cranberry trees, Canary trees

At the far end of the manicured lawn, the field really,
rolling up toward the horizon line,
up above the fringe by the stonewall
the road I travel on
a ridgeline, a frame to the green, the grass
pines and still-unchanged oaks to be sure;
but pumpkin trees, cranberry trees, canary trees
all radiant in the bright fall light,
shimmering, their moment of glory to reveal
Pause as I pass, linger on the road
take in the wonder of the brilliant color
waiting to be seen

October 18, 2008

Marigolds, Tomatoes, and Morning Glories

The pot at the end of the driveway
alive with colors, radiant in the sun
marigolds, tomatoes, and morning glories
gold finch yellow, burnt orange, forest green,
kelly green, a special red, of the ripening vine
faint, pale canary yellow, lavender, sky blue
at the rim of the trumpet, all together
awash in the warming morning
bright colors dancing together
slight breeze, hint of autumn
but summer still in their blooming,
their growing together

August 29, 2008

Yellow Pepper

Like canary dandruff,
no, make that yellow pepper,
freshly ground and served at your table
a dust, large grained, adorning
the body of her maroon car
sitting patiently under the oak blooms
motionless while she studies
for that last final
The breeze fluttering the oak flowers
a faint swirl of pollen
drifting downward

May 7, 2008

Green Pushing Out the Yellow

Their days of glory ending,
the green pushing out the yellow
still full living blooms
being driving out, interlopers
green leaves dismissing the petals,
the bright pure yellow
a carpet of canary
below the green pushing them out
their time in the sun
over, far too soon

May 1, 2008
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forsythia

A Skim of Yellow

Yellow dust, a patina of pollen
covering the cars below the ancient oak
planted long before the city grew,
the alley was cut
between the tenements
a shower of canary, of amber, of gold
shades of color falling onto the metallic
artificial colors of Detroit
a skim of yellow
a bit of nature obscuring
the lines of the cars below

April 25, 2008

A Clump of Daffodils

A clump of daffodils
cups of bright canary
atop their swaying stems
rising from the gray-brown mulch
green and yellow,
renewal of this spring morning
beside the parking lot, the road beyond
living spring, next to the blacktop
color and life, affirmation
rebirth in their rising
love in their presence
year after year

April 19, 2008

Shudders/ Vibrations on the Web

canaries in the mineshaft
modern signs, metaphors, harbingers
the web on the brink
corals in decline
icecaps melting
deserts growing
eating the land
a selfish world groans
under the strain, the stress
a failure of stewardship,
forgetting the duty
embedded in sovereignty
dominion over creation
our precarious place
perched like them
dancing high in the canopy
on gossamer threads of the web

8/6/06 17:15


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Paradise Sunset

From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust
pale canary yellow,
bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt
sudden sunset between
the twin pitons

The warm leeward breath
rising up from the ocean’s surface
wafting up the slope
of the volcanic ridge

Rich lush greens
sweet fragrance on the tropical breeze
Air wet at dusk
falling through the dewpoint

Dark wrapping us like a blanket
looking out on the now placid sea.
Weak light of civilization
hidden behind, beyond the road below.

Edited August 9, 2012

“Paradise Sunset – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/08/paradise-sunset-v2.html

2/14/06 22:10

“Paradise Sunset”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/02/paradise-sunset.html

Honeymoon - April 2005

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Fuzzy Swears

Some have heard of “fuzzy logic”,
that “powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) …”
(no, not just what Shanequa or Erica uses on me,
though they do make me go huh)?)),
and I just saw a set of fuzzy dice driving down 101 Friday night
on the rear view mirror
in a vintage canary yellow 1940’s Chevy Coupe with NH plates
all buffed and polished for the tourists

But what about the everyday villains, the subtle stalkers,
The fuzzy swear, curse, cuss
Foul language in spun candy
Words to spit with less spin, less bite
A bit of fancy

“Fudge Ripple Ice Cream”, “Oh Milk Bones!”
“Prune Whip” (ooooh that is a good juicy one)
Where harsher terms of art
May struggle, balk, jostle
to roll off the tongue
Clipped by place, norms, conscience
And others squirt out
to smirk, chuckle, cringe, and fluster…
Fuzzy, cuddly words
Where others would play


August 30, 2005 11:12


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Aurora

Below the dome of the stars
in the February sky
Pull over to the shoulder
Visible breath

Dancing lights, flickering stars
sway to the images
Stored on rods and cones
Turquoise and ruby red grapefruit
Pale canary and pure blue

Froze me for a while
Separated from my journey
By the light show,
the echo of the solar flares

-------------
10/1/04 22:40
Aurora
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/10/aurora.html
Claremont to Durham,
regular drive, autopilot
Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4
Exit 5, New England College down the road
Aurora Borealis that night
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Paused

Did you see it, feel it
did you stop and notice
soak it in, taste it?

I paused,
scanned
The horizon,
the foreground
all around me

in wonder, awe
grateful, I paused
stopped my rushing

the sunrise, break of day
frozen and melting
shadow and weak February sun
on new snow

Canary and dusty/powder blue
sculpted on the substantial clouds
(not summer gossamer)
and fused with the
gray below, the edge of land
waking this Wednesday

if you paused
long enough
to drink it in

======

edited January 22, 2016

Paused – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2016/01/paused-v2.html

posted March 7, 2004

written February 4, 2004 15:06

Paused

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/03/paused.html

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