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Yins and Yangs

Just this minute, the white-tailed
Magpies are finding themselves
In the verdant glades of the Rockies,
As the aspens, fresh green, quake in the wind.

They know nothing of Jon Snow,
Or the window on the second floor
Where I look out, remembering,
Longing for apricity, the sun on my face.

But the gloam is settling in,
And the magpies will soon be seeking
Windows of their own
To look out of.

And I think the shadows on my page
Are cast like dark rainbows - made of light
And things in the way.
Awe-inspiring shapes I couldn't see in the dark.

Is it best to be inside or
Outside? Or can I be moved
To appreciate this
Pedulumic cycle -

To be tossed, fro and to,
Between creation and decay,
Between sunrise and
Sunset?

Do you feel the loam in your hands,
How rich it is when you dig deeper?

Do you admire how perfectly
The lilac blossom, with its powerful redolence,
Seeks your attention as if to say,
"Stay outside for a while."

As my colleague yammered about
The mystery of wumpkins, in that cafe
On the second floor, my mind fled to the ever-out-of-hand ectectbo

Of life's masterful fecundity and
How it starts in the dark
And grows into
The light.

--

 Mad Words List 6.12.18

Apricity
Creation
Glade
Verdant
Awe-inspiring
Ectectbo
Loam
Blossom
Decay
Redolence
Fecund
Gloam
Wumpkin
Rainbow

--

This was my first attempt at a themed word list request. I asked people on Facebook, Reddit, and Twitter what their most beautiful word describing nature was. Very good response, thanks to all!

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