Ode to Walden Pond
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This poem attempts to
Explain the profound meaning of
Walden Pond to me.
But my words fail!
My feelings on this subject
Far surpass the ability
Of my verse to
Convey them, and,
Honestly, probably
Always will fall short…
Everything about
Walden – the
Chameleon colors
Of its waters,
The changing moods
Of its seasons
As seen in the
Overhanging leaves,
The warmth of
Its late spring and
Summer and early
Autumn waters, its
Mystical depths
And fathoms, always
Mysteriously
Rising and falling,
Its stone steps for
Sitting and remembering…
These all overwhelm
Me…and simultaneously
Both draw me to
Walden Pond and caution
Me not to get too
Close — lest I turn into a
Pillar of salt, like once
Betook Lot’s wife.
Leo Carroll
October 29, 2018
I am told your colors
Blend blue and green, but I
Choose olivine, and
See your hue as if tinted
Like an earring.
I am told your seasons
In rhythm move from mood
To mood, but I choose
Autumn, and call its
Peace, “maple solitude”
I am told your waters
Can vary in their heights and
Depths, but I choose
The level which best
Reveals your stone steps.
Passing
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We often never know why
We meet someone, especially if the
Encounter was for what turned out to be
A literal second … Sometimes the
Meeting evolves into lasting
A lifetime, sometimes far less or
Seemingly not at all …
This is a mystery, and in
My opinion is related to the
Pilgrim’s path which we are all on.
We sometimes will
Never know why someone
Crossed our path,
While other times it will
Seem very self-evident. In
All cases, however, whomever
We have met in life, at
That fleeting second we have
Breathed the same air
With them, and the
Interaction imperceptibly
Affected the path we
And they were on. For a good
Part of my life I was oblivious to this.
Now, every time I walk into
Dunkin’ Donuts or a food store
Or some pharmacy or pull
Over into a service station for
Gasoline, I am much more aware of
My surroundings. Invariably,
There is someone I exchange a
Smile with, nod at, or
Have a brief conversation
With. I am there for them.
They are there for me.
And then we part, sometimes
Like a shooting star, sometimes
Like a floating, beautiful
Monarch butterfly.
Leo Carroll
January 22, 2019
I tried to
Think of a poem to
Send you, but my mind got lost in
Rolling banks of sentimental mist … and
So all I am able is to forward you
My very best wishes
Forever upon a sister star, as our
Galaxies now shriek past one
Another on polar-opposite paths, streaking
From that brief interlude where we
Once stood a sweet beach, but now due to the
Physics of warp speed —
So strangely afar.
Birds and Seasons
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Ah, connections,
Sweet connections,
Connections between birds,
Me, and seasons,
Connections, the things
Which tie the loose
Ends of my life into
Seamless, smooth knots,
Knots that make sense
To me, silken, like golden
Threads running
From month to month,
And so here I still
Am, with my ears
Listening to the
Avian voices of God,
With either a
Snow shovel or a
Spring rake in my hand,
But yet ready to
Always lift my head
And pause…
Leo Carroll
July 3, 2018
Little plump bird,
With your belly white,
Upon a snowbank
You peck at crumbs
Like you are the luckiest…
And above you
Watches blue jay,
From its curious perch on
A maple, as from
Its feet to below slips
Loose snow, to land
Where I resume
My raking in April…
Blue Jay
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There is always
Something happening with
Mother Nature.
She takes no time off.
We may think some
Seasons are quieter or less
Busy than others,
Perhaps some more beautiful,
But I believe that
Really means that we
Are not taking a
Close enough look
At our surroundings.
Consider winter.
The ice and snow do not
Chase life away, at
Least most life…
Usually, winter life is
Just masked or hidden by the
Cold conditions of the
Moment…but it can
Surface its face in a
Flash of a feather, such as
When a blue jay reminded
Me I was not alone
One lonely day.
Leo Carroll
July 2, 2018
I hear the
Call of blue jay,
But thankfully not in
Distress,
Just jay being
Jay, on a
January
Morning
When I thought
The winter
Was deaf.
Near the Quicksand Swamp
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One afternoon,
On a surprisingly balmy
Autumn day in the
Woods of Maine,
I laid onto my back,
And on a large, flat stone
Just dreamily gazed
Up at the tops of
Pine trees which were
Lightly swaying and
Letting loose
Their needles in
A wondrous display.
It was incredibly
Peaceful. A shower
Of pine needles was landing
Atop and all around
Me, and it was
As if I was receiving a
Genuine blessing
From the hand
Of Mother Nature,
Freely given and
In its gentleness
Amazing…and then
It passed…left…as if a
Wand had mysteriously
Crossed over me,
And my understanding
Of what the woods
Was speaking faded —
Behind a veil to
Someday be parted,
When I rest again
So easily…
Leo Carroll
June 21, 2018
For one brief moment, I
Felt I understood the woods. It came when a
Little breeze blew, and I saw pine
Trees their shoulders shrug
And their needles let loose…and then it
Was gone, my understanding
Fleeting like the precious breeze…
And I was left staring up at
Floating pine needles – but their descent
Again a forest mystery.