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Normal Prophecy

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Normal Prophecy

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And shall we live today

In late fall

To the north

With spring away

Beyond the line

And before the others that

Define our place

For seasons

Though in the middle

I suppose

There must seasons

Too

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And shall we have our fall

And then our winter

Not discontent

On sledding hills

And over frozen ponds

Our temperate zones

Replete with

Different-feeling times of year

Weather for planting

And for harvesting

As well

The mere tilting of the Earth

And shall Goldilocks

Be tilting

Too

Elsewhere

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The seasons to survive

With food

And beauty

Too

Both for our survival

In a changing world

Until the day

We walk through the valleys

In all zones

And in all zones

We walk in peace

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C L Couch

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“We Shall Walk through the Valley” is a hymn and anthem and is referenced here.

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Photo by Robert V. Ruggiero on Unsplash

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Rising Seasons

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Rising Seasons

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I wasn’t counting

But there are vehicles that do

And they and their movers are

Confident

It will be another

Weekend of rain

Eighth in a row

Tomorrow

Saturday

And Sunday

And certainly

The sky just outside now

Is gray

The leaves are wet upon the ground

This time of day

It’s fall

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It’s fall

We should expect some damp

Maybe in all seasons

But this is chill

Descends with leaves

Dissembling

That is

Dissolving

That we’d rather drive through

In sunlight

Brilliant light

And also dry

To pass through

All the colors

Dryly

Reclining

Divinely resting

Into winter

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Our weekend sights

Set

For somewhere in New England

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We want what we can’t have

Enough rain

To build the tables up

Again

Dry days and dry roads

For touring

And school

And time off

Simultaneously satisfied

As well

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Well

Why not want things

There are always ponchos

And we need the rain

And schools have holidays

Sometimes

Sometimes that work

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Then

Elsewhere

South of here

Or west

Or in another region

Of America

All Americas

Or in Africa

Or Europe

Far-flung Asia

The Pacific Rim

Or an extremity

Of white bears

Or the other

Where the penguins

In the photographs

Line civilly

Awaiting who is next

To slide into

Salt water

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For you

In any of these regions

It must be so different

So wonderful and different

Where you are

And now

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And maybe you will share

The weather and the climate

With those of us

Not there

But here

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Meaning in the MidAtlantic

The Northeast

The Midwest

The Northwest

The northern South

And wide parts

Of Canada as well

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Dry or damp

Let’s move

Adroitly on

All and any

All the pathways

That we have

Any of which

In any part

We hope

Might lead toward peace

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As any of us might

Might wander

There and figure

In the sunshine

Or the rainshine

Depending on an attitude

A tolerance

Endurance

For the weather

Errant sunlight

Or the shade

For the interests they support

And for our own

About peacemaking

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C L Couch

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Photo by Daniel Frank on Unsplash

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Seedling Truth

(x = space)

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Seedling Truth

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Tuesday

Time for devotion

Because there’s no

Holy reason telling us

To do so

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We heard

And we hear

Sermons to the birds

And they rejoin

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Bible studies

With the ocean

Ascensions at the mountain top

And then come down

To the veiled valley

Below

Most of us inhabit

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Where we must live

Until our gospel says

It’s time

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Our seasons tell us

Heat gives way to color

Then succumbing cool

To cold

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We rest

And now it’s time

To rest

Until we all come back

Green blades

Rising

Songs’ abiding promises

To spring

Remaining

Up here

Circling

Until your gospel says

Forever

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Photo by Steven Van Elk on Unsplash

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(e.g.) https://www.learnreligions.com/saint-francis-assisi-sermon-to-birds-124321

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haiku (more)

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haiku

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slow nature inside

plants grow in unsure seasons

ours darkness or light

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unsurely outside

winter by a calendar

summer another

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creature on a branch

cardinal or squirrel set

then fly or skitter

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C L Couch

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(like those earlier, these haiku can relate to each other, though I doubt there is a rule about connection; or each haiku may stand alone, which I guess is more traditional)

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Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

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the winter of our contretemps

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the winter of our contretemps

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hello winter you are

welcome on a sunny day

in a few weeks

maybe not so much

when the cold has settled in

for a while

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but then

the torrid in the summer

has its problems too

and we are headed there

and then when there

we shall return

by nature

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a cycle

a circle

the top of an ellipse

and do the arches rise

with ages of experience

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we seem to be stuck

in consideration

of annihilation

as the theme

and hidden ways

to prosper anyway

is it the zenith

or the nadir

how far do we have to go

to either

are we the zenith

or the nadir

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we have this season

and the end of one

hello

goodbye

a cosmogony

fit for captain spaulding

because

hello we must be going

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winter season

winter spices

wintry mix

(wintry salad)

wintry is the word

a descriptor for

three months to start

to tilt the other way

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enjoy skiing

and snow people

and all the things we make

with what is

temporary

‘til the sun returns

or with time

the wind passes over

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pleasure below freezing

snow angels

snow ice cream until

chemistry

became

our condensation nuclei

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white on white

and satin dark

the stars will blink

though it’s our atmosphere

winter in our breathing

the steam we make

the challenge

of the next breath

go inside

make sure

for everyone

there are insides

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c l couch

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photo by kristaps ungurs on unsplash

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some of the connection

has returned (c.f. my last note, prior entry)

how much

and how much will last?

the new part has not arrived

and will it fix

the device and the process?

I’ll be

of course

letting you know

thank you

happy winter

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Rhapsody on Umber

(x = space)

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Rhapsody on Umber

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Orange

Nothing rhymes with it

(I’ll try syringe

sometime,

hydrangea-a?)

Who cares

In the better way

It’s wonderful

And add a little brown and yellow

Is that burnt umber

The lost crayon?

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But it’s just

Right for fall

Add red on its own

For leaves

And all the shades

For possibilities

Cast them under clouds

On a cool day

When walking

In the countryside

Is right

A quiet celebration

A season in the season

If you live around

Here

If not,

In the mind then

Or online

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It’s fall

The very best Pooh weather

There should be

Tea and honey

For Christopher and friends

The roly bear

The donkey with the usually tail

Mama kangaroo and child

Tiger with springs

An owl of storied wisdom

As far as a child’s genius go

Long-suffering rabbit

And the pig

Small

Always counted on

Like needful stories

To be there

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thanks for A. A. Milne and to my mom who really liked the stories

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C(hristopher Robin) L Couch

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Photo by Valentina Ivanova on Unsplash

Ukrainian Village, Чикаго, Иллинойс, США

Published on October 19, 2021

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15 October

(x = space)

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15 October

(I might have talked about this last year)

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Open market

Open season

Open days for change

Of others

Telling

Selling

You to change

Telling

Selling you

To change

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Which might be right

Which might be necessary

Expedience a benefit

Since these days will

Move along

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The seasons are fixed

Perhaps

And I mean all of them:

Two to four upon the Earth

In regions,

Three seasons of the Sphinx,

The growing

And the harvesting,

Exchange of goods

And services.

Home by the end of day

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For those older

In the north and west

For all of us

Whose lives

Are counted and uncounted

Hours

Fiscal years

Phases of the moon,

The sun has a lesson

In plan and unplanned

Sunspots,

Mass ejections

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And for our own decisions

Inside the desired

And the inevitable

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C L Couch

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the season of the healthcare marketplace in the USA

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Photo by NASA on Unsplash

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Sleeper Awake

(x = space)

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Sleeper Awake

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It’s 69 degrees

(Fahrenheit)

At (twelve-oh-five, we say)

12:05

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Fall arrives

And hobbits,

The birthdays

Of the Bagginses

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New season

With an equinox

Autumnal

To complement

The vernal

By a half,

Half a year,

Half a world

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We tilt into another

And existentially

A new one

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We have not had

Today

Or this changing

Of the Earth

Around 11

Post-meridian

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Here is the same season

As a new one,

New seconds

Newly breathed

Into hours

And an age

Collectively

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Spring to the south,

Autumn

To the north where

Where there

Might be dragons

In their lairs.

Then

We bring in cold air

And awaken them

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We think fall

Might be the readiness

For freezing,

Sleeping winter;

And yet

(like new school years

for young ones

and for teachers)

Here and now

The adventure,

The quest

Might begin

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C L Couch

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Photo by Hans Isaacson on Unsplash

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Mortal Timing

(x = space)

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Mortal Timing

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It’s cool today

Thank goodness

I am thankful

I guess I can’t haiku this

No artful three-line

Praise

Or only observation

Out of nature

Yet nature should be thanked

We are lucky in this hemisphere

Just now

North enough

And south enough

(ecumenically)

Praise fall’s invocation

Of bright colors

Praise the God

Who shows us grace

With autumn

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Someday

The seasons mesh

Their virtues celebrating

All together

How trees will bear fall colors

While serving new life below

As spring

And summer

Under winter’s cover

We don’t know

(maybe there will be quarters of

seasons’ perfection)

But it is heaven

And new Earth

And these miracles will work

Like clear gold

In the streets of

New Jerusalem

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C L Couch

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The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each made of a single pearl.  The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.

Revelation 21:21

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Photo by Steven Cordes on Unsplash

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