Autumn Born


Seasons change, Nature’s fair,
while this August loiters by.
September whispers in the air,
as Summer trembles in her sky.
Soon, the sunny dusk and dawn,
shall set and rise with scorn —
another Season’s waking yawn,
from the infant Autumn born.

© Roxi St. Clair

Sunday Zen


Happy Blessed Sunday!

This poet loves writing poetry, but sometimes I need to escape the confines of four walls and a computer and fill the lungs with fresh air, and soak in the beauty of this gorgeous part of the world and take some photographs. Portland Oregon is full of fresh air and beautiful scenery and today’s agenda was to visit the Portland Japanese Garden.



Soaring o’er tides of dawn
’til night dusk falls upon
sapphired hues, salted air
‘neath the heavens so fair.

© Roxi St. Clair


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