wet day unterrible outside
the dropping points of willow green
drip into gray
rendering the name of tree
worthwhile
a good name if metaphor
if anthropomorphizing
making
people out of trees
not by Ovid’s recollection
working
rather by our skill at changing
the tree into person
not the sap
but
tears that weep
the willow is Old Man
the trees throw apples
‘cause
they’re cross with the travelers to
Oz
and so in our wonderlands
we make more
of what we sense
from
ordinary
so that there’s more insightful
and triumphant
to wonder in
the land
if
crying
angry natures
to encounter
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(us from fatherland, more often motherland)
photo by S L on Unsplash
barely green out there
gray like an expectation
transition era
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photo by Caleb Wright on Unsplash
grayed over to see
and gray could have a scent or
touch the gray to feel
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photo by Spruce on Unsplash
reader response
blue to gray
sorry
it was a pleasant day
with winter weather in the fifties
to encourage going out
for
the day if
not
to ski
we’re in the East
sorry again
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(reader-response is a way to describe the process of getting into a book or anything with text; we read and then respond and how we respond by what we read and who we are is, well, important, ‘cause it is; here for a graduate-student lark, I’m applying the notion to reading the day and then responding, reader response to weather, as it were)
photo by Kourosh Qaffari on Unsplash
it’s day though so dark
taking sun and then moonlight
need new ways to see
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photo by Josep Martins on Unsplash
more: https://gumroad.com/josepmartins [from the photographer]
Barcelona, Spain
gray time
it’s gray
as if the lightest fog in front
so
light’s ironic
without evidence
but
knowing that it’s time
Earth knows
while
it’s whole around the sun
fractured
since making and
in time
shall have the splinters going through
the core
and
all of us
gray like these days
shall hopefully have left
gone
to
another world that has
tectonically
so far to go
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photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash
quiet as a
I sit
on an old creaking
and solid bench
and could I be quiet
like that church mouse over there
I neither see
nor hear
but wears gray
with brown
and
needing to clean the dust of Earth
when drops of water I might
find
somewhere there
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photo by Zoshua Colah on Unsplash
Cathedral of Saint John the Divine, NYC, USA
The View You Know
Sun
Out front
Only afternoon out
Back
Both struggle
Not with each other
But
With gray
Black buildings
Black
Branches
Inside
Things are grayed as well
I could be reminded of ethical
Situations
But
It’s not school
I am
Nonplussed
Could use some learning to apply
To like
The gray
Maybe draw gray things
Try not
To think in gray
Until a situation might arise
Appreciate gray shadows
In the day
A gift
Close my eyes
Appreciate the fiery black inside
While I
Nap
Which seems
A gray thing to do
Maybe
I could try
To smell
Gray
To taste
As if from the air
To touch one of gray’s shadows
To listen
To
The words from gray
‘Cause
I could be missing out
On
A gray gospel
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Photo by Henry & Co. on Unsplash
“In That Silent Mood” [given image title]
a few lines as if in part above the abbey
a few lines of nature
and of God
looking outside
nothing
grand to see
with no majestic sound
rather
the grandness and the majesty
are in the small networks
of the branches
dark tendrils
once the vessels of green leaves
then shall all be green again
after three months
when green
shall
smally
grandly
majestically
overwhelm impending gray
again
that is nature
and is God
the work
at least
in lines
of
seasons’ prophecy
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photo by Brussel Banda on Unsplash
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