early to bed
so it’s another gray day
leaves bouncing
lightly
against the house and in a move
I don’t understand
there
has been some turning
one brilliant
tree I passed
just
the other day
I guess
maybe there’s a thirst
maybe a wish for a literal kind
of
cold comfort
maybe the green’s already tired
early August
in the north of east
and
yet it all seems out of time
though it isn’t
my time
to call at all
leaf-peeping
which sounds like a misdemeanor
might
come early to Pennsylvania
too
soon leaf’s-blood
come
sidling if not pouring out
with
a bright and subtle wish to notice
that the changes in our
climate
make
a difference
could be an occasion
of an invitation
only
with the big changes coming
closer to
when they should
a slight
note also to notice that it’s warmer
then
is should be
enhanced
by us
and what shall change
we drop the temperature
we burn finally
like
wildfires
or it’s an interpretation of
worldwide
a
nuclear winter
ongoing sounds pretty good for
ordinary against an
ending
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days of dozing dogs
the wishes
would be mine
though I guess
these
days belong to dogs
bloodhound-looking dogs
reclining
on
a porches
in days that are wet and heavy
without the break
of rain
and this way ‘til September
when we hope
the change in
name
alone
will make a difference
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good
God is good
and
gives us good
and teaches us as well
for in
everything might be a lesson
of its own purpose
and
to promote a making thus
a maker
so then nature as gospel
its
good news
in and of itself
though
sometimes it should
appear and feel
and is
indifference
and
what shall be learned
by
scouring tragedy
except to know
that loss
seems to prevail but
by calm days and
seasons
for new growth
does not overwhelm forever
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Walden by Thoreau appeared on 9 August 1854
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I guess I feel ash
no clear breath inside the room
gray isolation
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“Aftermath of a Forest Fire in Canada”
TV says so
it was a newsperson
summer’s
over
I hear
and is that so
no
more extended day for play
vacations must be done
or not
happening
and all sights must be set on school
all shopping and
all
interests
and we might plead
not a student
or
a teacher and have that apply
except the seasons of the culture
are determined
by
180 days
and yellow buses
flashing lights and how to
plan
for holidays
as
well as what
to hope
by way of learning into
training for the generation taking over
once
the time of graduation speakers
done and paper handed out
suitable
for
framing
and
well
regarding end of summer
well
say it isn’t so
Joe
though Joe had to admit
it was
so
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ash Thursday
we take the ash
once a year
on
foreheads a dark
cross
that becomes misshapen
as the hours pass
along and
some might talk about
the soil
mark
on the forehead
but
the rule is let the stain stay there
for the day
and
into night
finally
to clean
all to be minded of mortality
as if
we were not aware the time
is boundaried
by birth revealed
and
then birth closed over
[dark day today is all]
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I’ve been especially sick for some days now. I thought I must have caught something and had been told that with heart disease and compromised immunity that even small infections matter more. Then friends reminded me about the haze from Canada that has been moving regionally and is passing, more like settling, where I live as well. So maybe it’s both causes: some minor infection with the addition of what’s so much worse for those closer to the fires.
Anyway, in response to concerns, I thought I should say something about what’s happening. Thank you so much.
flew off the tree
a human form with wings
and
we cry out
and run away
and I think
I might
by the surprise and instinct that we keep
for
insects and for serpents
this was in England
where she has
finds
as a supernal Hundred Acre Wood
as
well as Neverland
so
named by Scotland’s Barrie
but Germany
or
Holland or
Russia of Baba Yaga
or Asia with the dragons there
and
doesn’t require a Saint
George
but all the stories
we might gather while we searching
or
when
we’re surprised
lands of
Anansi
or
the Raven for a character
both
natural and extreme
because we want so far
is how to take
the world
we want the magic
with
extreme imagination
to
be real
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actual sighting
photo by Jessy Paston on Unsplash
this is Owl Awareness Day
North American freedom
250 years ago
count
further back to Plymouth
to
Columbus
to Lief Erickson
and others still to discover since
not
everyone can leave a home behind
for
evidence
and Rome a thousand years
half as a more-honest
republic
with occasional tyrannies assigned
to lead
local forces against foes
then anything like dictatorship
resigns
returns to farming
and this isn’t
to describe usual elections but when
the weapons clash
blade
against sheld and armor
so close
the threat
as we don’t know these days
in
a supremacy
that’s voted in
in
order to remain
self-styled demagogues
who
aren’t so good at demagoguery and yet
we let them
in and
should know better
and
we do
we know that emperors have new clothes
and what the raiment’s made
of
while honest work’s unnoticed
and
there’s building only on
fragile clay
no virtue to congeal
without doubt
to fall
the school in heaven
philosophy must fail
as all analogies unravel
as
schools let out for life and though we must be something
on the inside
we
never are done deals
in spite of all the arguments
and heaven is philosophy
I guess
all done
and giving over
the last class
and
sorry
if you were otherwise so glad
never
to have to learn in rows again
and yet the brain
the mind
the learning
goes
goes on
this
side as well as maybe
and I think over
there
coz
at the zoo
I said
hi
cousin
to the monkey
simply to upset you
yet
I prize our species closeness with
the animals
and don’t know except
by adaptation
over
generations
evolution’s proven
and so our God is
God of
that
as with all creation miracles
and as for missing links between ourselves
and branched-off
primates
or
to have it that we are branches broken
from the tree
well
I wonder sometimes
if
the link is the intrusion of the Spirit
to move us on and especially
to
know
and to bear wisdom in the keeping
of the rest
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“Great horned owl Please tag @hyneseyes on Instagram for credit, thank you :)”
Ontario, Canada
ill and lack of sleep
go on breathing in bad air
incite un-trees green
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[I don’t know if whining justifies haiku and with intrusion]
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[is it a sickbed or a healthy invitation and-or sometimes serving both aims?]
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