The Winter Mind
It’s late
Long shadows
Winter-coming ready
Longer
Sooner into darkness
Though the thing
Take
Just as long
As any other orbiting of
Earth
It is a winter mind
And winter body
And the
Spirit
We’d like to think
Ready
Always adaptable
But
There is
SAD
And something older
Something eldritch
In the residence
Of spirit
The reason for the bonfire
And the special words
The dancing
After
Knowing that our planet must
Turn the other way
For melting
Seeds
And more
Come spring
Don’t abrogate our lights
The gifts
Of artificial power
Any more than wood and oil
Have shown our way
At night
And yet
Remember we are
Evening people
Too
Affected by the twilight
As it ebbs
And flows
The seasons
Of our kind
And with so many
Sibling species of
The world
C L Couch
Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash
What Do You Say, Dear?
Sometimes in weariness we wander
While we stay inside, trying to take in
The world about
How much sense we can make with
What immediate surrounds us
We don’t know,
Certainly
We can open a book of the paper
Or electric kind, and we should
Where do answer lie?
Like asking of the hills to bring our help
Or something in a psalm
We don’t need a tube (that
Kind of lumen, as I understand it)
We can read
We can listen, better
(though we listen to the reading words, I’m sure)
More directly,
We can have an understanding
With all atoms we encounter
We can be grateful
A moment of small noise in which
We utter some
Thanksgiving
And with an attitude re-enter everything
C L Couch
What Do You Say, Dear? is a delightful and wise book by Sesyle Joslin, illustrated by Maurice Sendak.
Photo by Humphrey Muleba on Unsplash
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