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Fifth Day

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Fifth Day

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It’s Friday

And we face the weekend

An invention that started with

Reform laws

For factories

I hope you have a grand time:

Play

Find a moment in which

To be grateful

For reformers

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If you are having fall

I hope it is the right kind for you

Colors

A degree of chill,

Wind that speaks

And, when not speaking,

Sings;

If it is spring for you

I hope you find new life

The right intensities

Of green and blue

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If there is a sabbath service for you

I hope you find God at home

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Photo by Oliver Hihn on Unsplash

Germany

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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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Spice

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Spice

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The flowers

They are ending, I suppose

The ones of summer,

While chrysanthemums

Are having their time outside,

This time

Their time

And we pause and pause

Maybe because it’s raining

Or it’s cold for the first

Time in a while

I’m speaking to where I live,

Which is in eastern Pennsylvania

In the middle of the

MidAtlantic, USA

Wherever you might be,

It’s fall up north

And spring down south where

The flowers that are dying

Here would rather be

So that their color

And their smoother shapes

Might go on,

Though I imagine in a relentless season

There would be end to

Flowers, anyway

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Here, the chrysanthemums

Shall have their way

For a while

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Photo by Nadiya Ploschenko on Unsplash

Ukraine

today’s mood

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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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Pumpkin Spice Girls

Pumpkin Spice Girls

 

Fall, fall

Then fall some more

It’s all right, it is the season

I guess all the seasons can be verbs,

Especially the quarter that is half a year

From now

 

Spring and fall

Fall then spring

This sounds all right

Pretty hopeful, really

 

Maybe there’s a joke in that,

See you in the spring

After you fall

 

Seasons that are seasoning

We spice our lives with them

 

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Photo by George Gvasalia on Unsplash

Lake Lisi, Tbilisi, Georgia

 

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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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Rescue Me

Rescue Me

 

Once, I was in trouble

It was fixed, I don’t know how

Someone appeared

 

And kept the fall from hurting worse

Somehow in fact

Abbreviated all the crisis

 

Pulled my substance

Soul-enfleshed

Back from the next edge, so

 

That I might go home

One more time that day

And with my spirit

Lean into tomorrow

 

I don’t think the saints are gone

Or angels, either

Like the elves from Middle-Earth

 

We won’t need

White shores

While we are defended, now

 

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Georgia National Guard from United States – Air Rescue, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70915161

 

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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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Mid-Atlantic States’ Autumn Afternoon

Mid-Atlantic States’ Autumn Afternoon

 

Soon it’s three o’clock:

 

My favorite hour at this time

of year,

 

when daylight starts further

to fall, because it’s set to do so

 

When stark-yellow transports

will go by

 

smooth and grumbly under

 

billow-clouds with cotton faces

deepening

 

They say, laughing while we

run for porches that have

ceilings,

 

Enjoy this grey day

 

Its lack of definition presses

romance through everything

beneath

 

an amber sun

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