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Too Good a Day
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Blue and green
And black and brown,
All in their places
It’s a grand day—
Pretty as a picture,
Some might say,
Though I think it goes
The other way around;
The dust-bunnies
Could come out
To play except that
I would see them,
Which is the drawback:
The sun is good upon
The rugs, and I can see
Everything I should
Be picking up
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Waves
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What do I want
To say to you
That it’s a lovely day
In an eccentric way
Everything is played down
The takeover of fall
Changing tones on trees
And on the ground
Everything played down
Under a graying sky
With brighter sunlight
Coming through
From time to time
As if the wind
(I see it on the leaves)
Were pushing the clouds out
Or the sunlight in
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A Race for Prophecy
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The headaches have decreased
Somewhat
There’s a band of pain around my head,
But it is less severe
Shall I tell you of all my other pains,
Maybe adding sad stories as I go?
No, you’ve borne with enough so far, and I
Am grateful
It is a blue day outside and on the tress
The last of summer green
Now is the race for colder air, the kind that
Will render brilliance to the dying leaves
Before the new season earns its
Name
And on the ground a greater mass of
Wilted monochrome than the riot in diversity
I and so many cherish
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Contact
The markers of the season have
Arrived:
Cold rain, color in the leaves
Paradox in brilliance dying
It’s in our lore;
It’s why we conflagrate the phoenix
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A Climate Change
(an issue in iambic)
We had rain yesterday
The kind of rain that soaks
Into the ground that that needs it
It’s still too warm for autumn
But the wind, I think,
Is trying to be cold
There is some color in the leaves
The brilliance in their own tradition
Hasn’t happened
The days we want to call crisp
As in Frostiana,
Which is persistent, begs a fire
Inside or in a ring at camp
Life in the north, I know
The south of Earth doesn’t have to care
I think it does
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Leaf by Niggling
Within days, autumn arrives
My favorite time because
It is cool
I mean, it’s hip, I guess
Though mainly it’s cool
Not frigid
Not torrid
Afire (without heat) in
A gift of color
In the south of south,
Fall will be spring
The warmer path to summer
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Leaf by Niggle by J. R. R. Tolkien
Turning Time
It’s late in October, isn’t it
The season soon enough will be half over
No other season calls to itself so much
In northern parts at least, everything to say
We’re done for now
Cover us and let us rest
Autumnal residents
October people
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Vincent van Gogh – Les Alyscamps: Falling Autumn Leaves 1888
Unrelative Truthing
Even in dim pre-dawn light
On a Sunday morning,
The colors are clear
Finally, it’s fall
The leaves are turning into glory
And should one think there is a subtext
About the beauty of all races
Well, that’s not really there
But, now I think of it,
Why not
There is beauty in all races
No need to place that truth under
Something else
Now, fall’s late arrival
Something of a pattern
Might also beg
The warming of the planet
Let’s go with that one, too
It’s not progress to have that understanding
(though another kind of progress is the cost)
It’s the kind of sense
The ancients have employed
Coffee’s ready
Time to get it
I am thankful
I hope your day is good
And for your neighbor
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West Virginia Fall Colors
(at) http://www.lanephotoworkshops.com/portfolio/landscapes/fall-colors/
the law of glory
who made autumn glorious?
a final, phoenix flourish before winter
who gave the colors
then must take them back
it is a way
with the discipline of divinity, I guess
I was not asked
I’d make it color all year round,
which would tyrannize the summer
and relegate winter sameness
to memory’s dust-catch
good that I’m not creator, then
I’d hash the seasons
(even in the south it would not be safe)
lose the patterns
for
remaking life in temperate parts
year-round
I’d wreck the year
and then we’d need a
God to save
when rescue is enough
most every day
quiet my reckoning, then
keep the seasons in-between as they are
let peace prevail in middlin’-parts
for better reasons
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