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Indian Summer

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Indian Summer

(in 2020)

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It’s hot now

In the Northeast, and it’s

November

I recall something called

Indian Summer to explain

It

I don’t know if

That’s an offensive reference

I always thought that

It spoke to knowledge that

Native Americans had that

Those of us who only

Knew suburbia

Did not have,

Could not

Maybe not a secret knowledge

But a close knowledge of the land

And all the agencies

Of nature

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I could look it up

But today some Republicans are

Fighting the results of elections

That were won by millions

And their surrogates

(where applicable)

And I’m worn out over biases,

Even though they tell us who

We are on a good day

Without the evil platform

Others try to make of them,

One side or another

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So I’ll keep the second summer

For a little while,

Get smarter tomorrow

Issue apologies, if need be

My bias, by the way,

Is for a return

To chilly autumn

And wanting to believe

In election

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coda

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Okay, I looked it up

It is a term applied

By colonizers

(so is evident)

But so is Indian

That, I must admit, even

As a child seemed odd

To me:

Once the mistake

Columbus and the Europeans

Made was understood,

Why didn’t we change

The term?

And here’s a thought—we didn’t we

Ask them?

And why don’t we now?

They’ve got a term

An understanding

They refer to all of themselves

As “the people”

(translating and transcribing)

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We the people,

Fancy that

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Too Good a Day

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Too Good a Day

(not really)

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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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Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash

Elk County, United States

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Waves

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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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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

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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Photo by Hamed Daram on Unsplash

Abadan, Iran

 

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A Climate Change

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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Photo by Irena Carpaccio on Unsplash

 

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Leaf by Niggling

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

 

Photo by Alex on Unsplash

 

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Turning Time

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

Public Domain

 

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Unrelative Truthing

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

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(at) http://www.lanephotoworkshops.com/portfolio/landscapes/fall-colors/

 

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