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Lost and Found

I’ve lost myself but in the course, I’ve found
a sanctuary glowing, aspen golden.
To me, I am the stream to woodland bound
upon the forest floor midst boulders olden.
My water flows as free as eagles soaring
above the watching Adirondack mountains.
A hemlock’s flitting warbler seems adoring
near tamaracks’ cascading ornate fountains.
My rushing as this stream is of a kind
of joyous surge as one would wish it so,
not lulled but quick to savor life aligned
with human spirit as through life we go.
A breeze stirs… at the stream, I carry on
And pass a gently drinking newborn fawn.

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My Mind in Autumn

My mind in Autumn makes me want to gaze
upon each leaf and branch of every tree
in vibrant celebration of the ways
that Autumn decorates so splendidly.
My mind in Autumn wants to grasp the breeze—
invisible yet everywhere and real
and capable of rustling the trees,
embracing with a cooling, soothing zeal.
My wish is this: to savor and reflect
what seems to be too wonderful to know
and to appreciate what I expect
will kindle in my thoughts and often show
up in my mind’s eye any time or place
to shine with certainty my Father’s grace.

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Lucia Haase has several books of poetry published and was recently included in a poetry anthology titled Symphonies of the Wild Hearted available on Amazon.com.  She also recently had poetry accepted by several publications including Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, The Long Islander, Nostalgia Press, The Raven’s Perch, and POEM publication. She lives in Spring Valley, Illinois.


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10 Responses

  1. Joe Tessitore

    Can there be any doubt that the women of this Society have been blessed with the most beautiful voices?

    Reply
    • Lucia Haase

      Thank you so much Joe. Much appreciated.
      I enjoy writing sonnets…probably my favorite
      poetry form.

      Lucia

      Reply
  2. Paul Freeman

    ‘My Mind in Autumn’ really hits home. I’m taking respite from a two-year stint in the desert and enjoying every leaf, every rustle, every breeze. You’ve encapsulated the experience of such sensory overload wonderfully in just 14 lines.

    Thanks for the reads from another sonneteer.

    Reply
    • Lucia Haase

      Thank you so much Paul. Autumn is a very
      inspirational time for me…my favorite season
      here in the midwest (Illinois).

      Much appreciated.

      Lucia

      Reply

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