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Sunday Scenes: February 2, 2014

Today, in the U.S., it is Groundhog Day! The groundhog saw its shadow, therefore we will have six additional weeks of winter.

For those who want to learn more about this tradition, visit here.

boulders and the sea

The sea is a feast for the eyes
as one beholds the garden of glory before us.
From boulders of black, tan, grey and brown
to mold and fungus vegetation, to bright wildflowers
the illumination of colors, textures and tones
brings immeasurable delight to the senses.

One can daydream the minutes and hours away
wrapped in a cocoon of nature’s brilliance,
in awe of the wondrous visuals before us.
-REM

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Sunday Scenes – January 12, 2014

afterflow

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

-William Butler Yeats

Jewish American Poetry and Poet Links:

The Bloomsbury Anthology of Contemporary Jewish American Poetry

Jewish American Poetry: Poems, Commentary, and Reflections

American Jewish Women Poets (Series)

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Sunday Scenes – October 6, 2013

orangewithin green

Autumn/fall is in the air! I love the cooler weather, although in CA, it is not always cooler in the autumn/fall season. The mornings are cooler and so are the evenings, but the daytime hours can be warm.

That is why, when I walk, I do it in the morning. It gives me the opportunity to feel the coolness against my face, and to breath in fresher air.

barn in autumn

I enjoy reading Grace Paley’s poem, shown below. It brings to mind so many issues, including immigration, assimilation, ancestors, and family bonds. I hope you enjoy it too.

Autumn
By Grace Paley
1

What is sometimes called a
tongue of flame
or an arm extended burning
is only the long
red and orange branch of
a green maple
in early September reaching
into the greenest field
out of the green woods at the
edge of which the birch trees
appear a little tattered tired
of sustaining delicacy
all through the hot summer re-
minding everyone (in
our family) of a Russian
song a story
by Chekhov or my father

2

What is sometimes called a
tongue of flame
or an arm extended burning
is only the long
red and orange branch of
a green maple
in early September reaching
into the greenest field
out of the green woods at the
edge of which the birch trees
appear a little tattered tired
of sustaining delicacy
all through the hot summer re-
minding everyone (in
our family) of a Russian
song a story by
Chekhov or my father on
his own lawn standing
beside his own wood in
the United States of
America saying (in Russian)
this birch is a lovely
tree but among the others
somehow superficial

autumntrees

October 6, 2013 – 2 Cheshvan, 5774

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Sea Cliffs in Summer

beach cliffs

The woman in the cliff overview photo above is my sister-in-law. My fingers continually snapped the scene in front of me, and when I downloaded the photographs to my computer, saw her in this capture.

I can not describe the beauty that my eyes viewed. There were breath-taking scenes that left me in emotional awe. Nature’s beauty illuminated everywhere I turned, everywhere I looked.

The sea speaks to me in ways I can not articulate. Having been brought up three blocks from the Long Island Sound for the first 24 years of my life, having grandparents whose dwelling overlooked the Amalfi Coast, and having spent many summer days at Brighton Beach, Jones Beach and Coney Island, the sea is part of who I am, as it flows through my blood.

The Sea-Cliffs of Kilkee

AWFULLY beautiful art thou, O sea!
Viewed from the vantage of these giant rocks
That vast in air lift their primeval blocks,
Screening the sandy cove of lone Kilkee.
Cautious, with outstretched arm and bended knee,
I scan the dread abyss, till the depth mocks
My straining eyeballs, and the eternal shocks
Of billows rolling from infinity
Disturb my brain. Hark! the shrill sea-bird’s scream!
Cloud-like they sweep the long wave’s sapphire gleam,
Ere the poised osprey stoop in wrath from high.
Here man, alone, is naught; Nature supreme,
Where all is simply great that meets the eye,—
The precipice, the ocean, and the sky.

-Sir Aubrey de Vere

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Gazebo Reflections

gazebo

The Gazebo

The gazebo
is a harbor of reflection
of today’s issues
on the days past
the days ahead
on nature’s beauty
roses, petunias, lavender
dogwood trees, weeping willows
a place of retreat
to nourish the body
sip a cup of tea
from a floral china cup
bite from a scone
infuse the soul
with quietude and calm
-LM

May 1, 2013 – 21 Iyyar, 5773

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Yom HaShoah – Holocaust Remembrance Day

yahrzeit2Let us not forget those who died during the Shoah/Holocaust.

This poem was written during WWII, on the wall of a cellar, etched on the wall, by a Jewish prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp, in Cologne, Germany.

I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining
And I believe in love,
even when there’s no one there.
And I believe in God,
even when he is silent.

I believe through any trial,
there is always a way
But sometimes in this suffering
and hopeless despair
My heart cries for shelter,
to know someone’s there
But a voice rises within me, saying hold on
my child, I’ll give you strength,
I’ll give you hope. Just stay a little while.

I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining
And I believe in love
even when there’s no one there
But I believe in God
even when he is silent
I believe through any trial
there is always a way.

May there someday be sunshine
May there someday be happiness
May there someday be love
May there someday be peace….

– Unknown

The organizations below are excellent Holocaust/Shoah resources:

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Yad Vashem

Wikipedia

April 7, 2013 – 27 Nisan, 5773

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