Once Upon a Time in Idaho

On this enchanting autumn morning in North Idaho, our mini drone Tinkerbell graces us with her lofty worldview. As the golden leaves of the trees shimmer in the gentle, early sunlight, a pristine creek winds its way through the landscape like a silver ribbon, reflecting the ethereal beauty of the world above. The azure sky stretches as far as the eye can see, festooned with fluffy clouds, creating a canvas for the vibrant colors of the season. A delicate mist hangs in the crisp air, lending an almost magical quality to the scene. This glorious autumn morning in North Idaho is a symphony of nature's finest hues and a reminder of the captivating, serene beauty that the fall season bestows upon this picturesque corner of the world.

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The Four Winds

I. East Wind

O East wind, I have awoken to your song
Through lilacs sung, until I am in need
Of nothing more than your voice my life long,
Quickening my spirit with such sweet mead!
With spring you herald the new-dawning day!
Upon wings of glorious being fly,
‘Cross the horizon’s mountain-framed sashes!
O azure angel, have you come to stay,
To cleanse the heavens, clear the clouds, and dry
This dew glistening on my eyelashes?

II. South Wind

South wind, I heard rumors of far-off lands,
Breathed, languid and sultry, soft on my ear,
From wide seas where memory never stands
Still long enough for the meaning to clear.
A tranquil song of carelessness you sing,
An offhand ode to some tropical noon
Seen sailing through palm-secluded harbors.
Tidings of full-blooming blossom you bring,
Swaying cypress beneath the evening moon,
Settling perfumed among rose arbors.

III. West Wind

O west wind whispering from the sunset
Secrets of otherwise-forgotten dead,
Hushing the meadowlark’s joy with regret,
Ushering bulbs and seeds to a cold bed,
Before your low dirge flee the autumn leaves,
Like reluctant spirits on the threshold
Of demise, clutching at the hedge and gate,
While the willows weep, and the lodge pole grieves.
And I am moved to tears; as I grow old,
Believing more each year your words of fate.

IV. North Wind

North wind, in your raving where is the soul?
What fury makes your warlike trumpet blow?
Across the sullen seas you heave and roll,
O’er lifeless lands entombed in ice and snow,
Bringing the march of a barbarous hoard,
Leaving all forests and fields destitute
Before an onslaught of conscienceless harms.
Proud fool, you have put all life to the sword!
Now nothing answers your call for tribute,
Save a rattling of the alder’s arms.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Nocturne by Nomyn
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