The Winter Mind
It’s late
Long shadows
Winter-coming ready
Longer
Sooner into darkness
Though the thing
Take
Just as long
As any other orbiting of
Earth
It is a winter mind
And winter body
And the
Spirit
We’d like to think
Ready
Always adaptable
But
There is
SAD
And something older
Something eldritch
In the residence
Of spirit
The reason for the bonfire
And the special words
The dancing
After
Knowing that our planet must
Turn the other way
For melting
Seeds
And more
Come spring
Don’t abrogate our lights
The gifts
Of artificial power
Any more than wood and oil
Have shown our way
At night
And yet
Remember we are
Evening people
Too
Affected by the twilight
As it ebbs
And flows
The seasons
Of our kind
And with so many
Sibling species of
The world
C L Couch
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For a Sad Time
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God gives
We say
God takes away
It’s true
Especially
If we accept Job
As a template
Loss for what seems is
No good reason
If reason
Loss arrives
What shall we do
But keep
The good we know
The hope we have
Say
In other stories
Our own
That we compose
As best we may
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The Funeral of George Floyd
I knew a man
Named Jerry who
After a funeral said,
I look at it this way
He’s gone
And I’m still here
His wife tried to shoosh
Him, though I suppose
There was truth in
What he said,
If not the saying of it
He’s gone
And we’re still here
Prayers to heaven might
Release him into
Further bliss, so some
Doctrines say
We can do that here for him
But all the rest
Is us for us
To take part in a life after
The fact, the death
Of all we could have known
We’ll acknowledge
Even celebrate
Laugh a little
Wish we could laugh a lot
We’re no good at this
There is an expression
To choke the life out of it
A program
Or a promise or a pledge
To take it literally
Upon a person
Outside of stagey melodrama
A Darth-Vader move
Is never having been sublime
But move the
Ridiculous to an absurdity
Of evil
Might we be
Angry at a funeral?
I think we might
But be sad first
Make crying space
For tears and any keening
Let him go
And never let him go
C L Couch
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How Fast a Dream Fades
There was something
It was Christmastime
I was arguing with my mother
Over singing music I didn’t know
We went to church
Tim Breithaupt was there
He pointed toward a casino
On the hill
I said we have those, too
(casinos not hills, though we
have hills)
There’s not much more
And there was more
I feel sad about it
I was angry in the dream
I cannot argue with her, now
C L Couch
This photo is taken from my flight to Panama. We flew directly through a storm, and this is what I captured.
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