Posts Tagged ‘ambience’


I love the slowness of the autumn rain
That does not pelt like bullets from a storm,
But floats like languid butterflies to gain
A waiting blossom, landing without harm. 

I love the ambience of autumn rain
That falls between the glaring summer sun
And harshness of the winter’s frigid pain –
A yearly brilliance that does always stun.

I love the colors of the autumn rain,
When north winds shake the clouds that once were green
And from them fall the leaves that entertain
And soothe our lives till they become serene.


The photo is mine, taken in Vermont (I think) this fall.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.



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A bucket of color, a bucket of fruit;
A feast for the eyes and healthy to boot.
And some dipped in cream look like mountains with snow,
They taste like the nectar that only gods know. 

The lady beside me smells sweet of perfume;
I stroke her soft cheek as a song fills the room.
I say to myself as I’m falling for her,
My senses are simply five kittens that purr.


photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.



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The Tree Swing

The child that e’er abides in me
Delights to see the swing
Beneath a branch, where I can soar
As if I grew a wing.

The man in me sees manicure,
The mowing of the green,
Which shows the value of the place,
The money of the scene.

As worshiper, I’m cognizant
Of He who made the tree;
And marvel once again at God,
At His grand panoply.

And then there is the poet part:
Man, worshiper, and child –
Who stands as all, sees ambience,
And is by Muse beguiled.


(photo by Deb Finnell at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ngITU4u/Tire+Swing+on+Maple+Tree )


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

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