Never figured on a sunset,
children, grandchildren around
a smoky Live Oak fire,
the SoCal storm bleeding north
above a frost-bitten garden—
dry stem tomatoes
and peppers hanging
like ornamental gifts
for Christmas.
I thought I escaped California in 1970
to ride back through time, didn’t think
I’d camp in one place this long.
Never figured on iPhone photos,
satellite dish for shade—
or planning for a future
that depends on water
and obsolescence.
Good morning John;
Your poem brought to mind an old Perry Como song; ‘Sunrise Sunset’ which, I think is from ‘Fiddler on the Roof’. Full of nostalgia as is your poem.
Lenore
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Nice connection!
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It’s the iPhone that is designed for obsolescence, your sycamores will never be…..
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Right you are, Ben. I’ve made the edit. Thank you and Merry Christmas!
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Splendid imagery, poignant thoughts . . .
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John, stunning light.
Happy Holidays to you and yours.
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