adelaide-caron-dyson
Adelaide Caron Dyson lives a quite life in Yakima,Washington, with her two dogs and three cats. / She is a graduate of the University of Washington, with a BA in Political Science. She is currently pursuing a second BA in Humanities from Washington State University. A past Poet Laureate of the Monterey Peninsula, California, she had had her poetry published since the age of fourteen.
October,
with its misty
morns --
wakes one day
to the hunter's horn.
Full splendor of the
Autumn leaves,
red and gold
the day receives.
Foxes scramble
upon the hills,
and southbound
songbirds: their
farewell trill.
Bee and beetle:
their work
is done;
flowers fade
beneath the amber
sun.
All hail the
turning season now --
the farmer's put away
his plow.
Rejoice! The pumpkins
in the fields --amidst
the scarecrows as they kneel.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Oh, gentle shade
of lovely tree --
songbirds trill a
symphony.
Long shadows
punctuate the days--
the beetles work is done.
The last sweet nector
for honey-bee;
we're sheltered now
upon the lee.
Just wait: the smokey fires
will burn,
and the leaves will
fall...
for sweet Autumn,
all too soon,
will come.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
When you're walking through
a dark,dark wood
there is nothing for you to fear.
Look at the beauty of
the trees,
and maybe see a deer.
Before you know it
the path will end;
bright sunlight will
beckon you.
See the shadows disappear --
be full of hope and life
anew.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
First the sun,
then rustling in the leaves.
Summer comes quietly.
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
The night draws out --
as if still yearning to linger...
but a star will burst forth
and morning will quickly break.
We linger in dawn-dim rooms,
silently contemplating our fate...
Our lives seem so minute,
so limited compared to the
ever-lasting cosmos.
We seem staid -- and yet,
our hearts are not that way.
We need merely to step out upon
the great expanse --
need only take that first step,
and the eternal essence
will receive us.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
March 26th my beloved and beautiful sister passed away.
Her son found her in her bedroom in the morning;
the medics couldn't revive her and said her heart had collapsed.
My nephew and I are in a daze, the loss seems unbearable. She was a
very talented poet. Please go to her poems on hp and celebrate her
writing. She is listed under: Kathleen Myra Colby. I will always love
and miss her.
Adelaide Caron Dyson. (04/10/12)
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 1:01 PM UTC
I looked up
from my book
and saw a
spider
crawl into the
heating vent.
It made me think
of the big, black
spider
at the kitchen window
last summer.
It eventually died,
they all do,
except the flies...
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
I shot two
arrows
into the air --
whither goeth?
One pierced the
azure sky --
billowy clouds
floating by.
Daisies danced
upon the hill --
swallows dipped
and spun.
The other pierced
the blood-red rose,
the wound dripped
upon your hand.
Your crimson lips
kissed the wound.
In that moment
tears became real
as day --
you wept without
a sound,
you wept for the
blood-red rose.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
Christina plays
the glass-bead
game,
while sitting
in her room.
I love Christina
with her golden
hair
and Florentine
balloon.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 2:46 PM UTC
We are the cities,
old and new alike.
We are the buildings:
skyscraper or condemned.
We are the windows,
glinting in the sun --
broken and *****
We are the streets,
intersecting,
some winding down
to the water's edge.
We are the civilizations
ancient or teeming --
shining on golden plains,
or laying in decay.
Edifices rising
and temples fallen.
We are the gods of the mighty
and the lowly.
We are the triumphs,
we are the tragedies.
We are the cities...
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC