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Autumn Liturgy

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Autumn Liturgy

(layperson’s)

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Just a little gray

Is creeping in;

It might turn into

Another color

Later on

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I may say

The point of dawn

Is nearing

Just after the moment

When night and day

Are shared first time

Then several

Hours later

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The week has passed

Its sharing time

As well,

Being Thursday

Counting Sunday

As the first day

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Maybe because

It’s autumn season

There is more

Preoccupation

Over what has passed

Than what is coming

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Summer’s over

Growing’s done

Up here;

We count the harvest

And rely on it

To nourish us through

Winter

When dark is even more pronounced

In shorter daylight days

And longer nights

Even a solstice

For beseeching

Everything we lost

To return again

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It’s all right

To think on loss

Not fun but necessary

So many things are shed,

Leaves off trees

And skin cells

Off our bodies

We lose things

Too many things, we think,

On the course of normalcy

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And yet there is

The lesson of the harvest,

The gaining of so much

To see us through

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The bears do this, of course:

We’ve had fat-week

Pageantry for them

Seeking winners among

The ursae

Who will be readier

For winter rest

Under their stars

Beneath the paler sun

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We need our things

And we should have them;

Things are lost,

And often we must let

Them go

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Gain and lose that is

The way of things

(we gain, we lose);

It has to be all right,

And it is

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Rhapsody on Umber

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Rhapsody on Umber

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Orange

Nothing rhymes with it

(I’ll try syringe

sometime,

hydrangea-a?)

Who cares

In the better way

It’s wonderful

And add a little brown and yellow

Is that burnt umber

The lost crayon?

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But it’s just

Right for fall

Add red on its own

For leaves

And all the shades

For possibilities

Cast them under clouds

On a cool day

When walking

In the countryside

Is right

A quiet celebration

A season in the season

If you live around

Here

If not,

In the mind then

Or online

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It’s fall

The very best Pooh weather

There should be

Tea and honey

For Christopher and friends

The roly bear

The donkey with the usually tail

Mama kangaroo and child

Tiger with springs

An owl of storied wisdom

As far as a child’s genius go

Long-suffering rabbit

And the pig

Small

Always counted on

Like needful stories

To be there

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thanks for A. A. Milne and to my mom who really liked the stories

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C(hristopher Robin) L Couch

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Ukrainian Village, Чикаго, Иллинойс, США

Published on October 19, 2021

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Nearing Full

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Nearing Full

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The moon is yellow

The sky is blue

The clouds are silver

The stars are white

The branches have no color

Except the color

Of porch lights

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It’s late again

The air is cool

Maybe in the fifties

Maybe forties,

Which is not so special

As a sign of autumn

In October

In these parts

But the days and nights

Have been too warm

Now the season

Is announced

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We’ll have the chilly fall

And with the drop

To cold

At a propitious time

Beautiful leaf colors,

True

Autumn review

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Sleeper Awake

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Sleeper Awake

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It’s 69 degrees

(Fahrenheit)

At (twelve-oh-five, we say)

12:05

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Fall arrives

And hobbits,

The birthdays

Of the Bagginses

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New season

With an equinox

Autumnal

To complement

The vernal

By a half,

Half a year,

Half a world

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We tilt into another

And existentially

A new one

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We have not had

Today

Or this changing

Of the Earth

Around 11

Post-meridian

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Here is the same season

As a new one,

New seconds

Newly breathed

Into hours

And an age

Collectively

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Spring to the south,

Autumn

To the north where

Where there

Might be dragons

In their lairs.

Then

We bring in cold air

And awaken them

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We think fall

Might be the readiness

For freezing,

Sleeping winter;

And yet

(like new school years

for young ones

and for teachers)

Here and now

The adventure,

The quest

Might begin

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Mortal Timing

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Mortal Timing

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It’s cool today

Thank goodness

I am thankful

I guess I can’t haiku this

No artful three-line

Praise

Or only observation

Out of nature

Yet nature should be thanked

We are lucky in this hemisphere

Just now

North enough

And south enough

(ecumenically)

Praise fall’s invocation

Of bright colors

Praise the God

Who shows us grace

With autumn

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Someday

The seasons mesh

Their virtues celebrating

All together

How trees will bear fall colors

While serving new life below

As spring

And summer

Under winter’s cover

We don’t know

(maybe there will be quarters of

seasons’ perfection)

But it is heaven

And new Earth

And these miracles will work

Like clear gold

In the streets of

New Jerusalem

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The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each made of a single pearl.  The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.

Revelation 21:21

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This Autumn Morning

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This Autumn Morning

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Gray with

A patch

Of red

Inside black

Branches

Red leaves

Attached

Maybe until

A winter wind

Comes to

Take them

Through the

Air until the

Breath’s expired

Then gravity

Must have

Its way and

Like the roots

We can see

And-or touch

Must lie upon the

Earth

And inside

For a while

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Joshua Tree National Park

Photo by Matt Artz on Unsplash

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Slight Season

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Slight Season

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The sun is out

I should be going to it

There might be chill

It might be fall

At last

Not too soon to winter, please,

Which is the trouble

With the seasons in-between

Their timing seems so fragile

When

Arriving

Surprising, when it seems

They stay a good, long while

Leaving the severities

To themselves

And their own time

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Photo by Jana Shnipelson on Unsplash

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Look Now

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Look Now

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I pulled on the window shade

The old-fashioned kind

I got stuck with

Gray all around

I suspect another strange fall day

Too hot in the eastern USA

This year

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It takes a couple tugs

But without the absurd length

That it can get to,

The shade goes up

And it might be too hot

But the leaves that look at me

Inches from the glass

Are autumn first

Colors mixed with summer green

Red and orange, yellow

All say hi

(green sighs)

We are here

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It is the season, anyway

And I am thankful

Whose formality comes

Later on

With cornucopia

Thick tablecloths

And such

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And while there is no peace

There is small, sustaining

Joy

In nature’s

Hello in the season

Outside

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Equinoxic

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Equinoxic

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Is it really in the sixties?

That is so nice

Today or tomorrow

Is the equinox

And fall will be official

We want it to be fall, I think

The leaves to turn

The air to be a challenge

Time for coats

And yellow schoolbuses

Easier to see

Take care

Autumn has its challenges

Practice looking out

For trick-or-treaters

First frost

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in the northeast of the USA, northern hemisphere

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I looked at the temperature and said to myself the first two lines

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Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

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