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.



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Mad Words List 6.12.18



Apricity

Creation

Glade

Verdant

Awe-inspiring

Ectectbo

Loam

Blossom

Decay

Redolence

Fecund

Gloam

Wumpkin

Rainbow



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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!