(x = space)
x
x
Sidewalk
x
Leaves and parts
Of leaves
Here and there
Brown from fall
Pressed down
By winter
Mission accomplished
x
Green from spring
Ready to scoot
Along
Time for discovery
x
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x
x
Photo by max fuchs on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Hard-Going
x
The metaphors
Should be everywhere
x
The land should be
Replete with them,
North and south
x
Here is the quiet earth,
There the earth is passionate
With green,
The seasons are alive
Either with slumber or with
Breaking through
x
Both are organic states,
Necessary,
And beautiful
x
In the human world,
There should be holidays
And there are:
Hanukkah enjoys a full menorah,
Christmas is but days away
So all is anticipation,
And the colors of
Kwanzaa adorn
x
Not to mention, anciently,
The solstice is tilting toward us
More and more;
There will be festivals
Set on stone
Or rather around them
x
The planet
With or without our help
In counting
Shall split into seasons
x
What is compelling?
I don’t know
x
The virus,
The ugliness of politics
In the USA,
Danger in so many other
Places
x
There’s room for verse,
The call is clarion
But heavy goes the craft:
Can you feel it?
x
Questions deserve answers,
Most of them;
Brittle is the monolith
The keeps on moving
To allow a phallic message
To be realized
x
Brittle yet taking
Many hits until it has a
Home or many homes,
Leaving scooped-out earth
So that the
Female has a say
x
Though one has to ask
Why the say is always second,
And there are more options
In the day
x
It is difficult;
Next time might be typical,
Greeting cards make
Silly sense again;
And the metaphors that
Make the text
And move the world be
Open from the cupboard
Of the Lord
x
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x
x
Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash
x
Field Manual for Seasons
Blue peeks through
Green netting
On a midsummer day
Maybe it’s high summer, now
A timetable is needed
Not for tides
But for the broader reaches
Of the seasons
Something to say
These are dog days
Tell the dogs, they’ll want to know
When are cat days?
Silly humans, cats say,
Every day
Give dogs a few
It could also be a time
For field mice
Chipmunks, squirrels
All creatures seem to know
The seasons,
When to bury food
When to look for it again
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Same Noises at the Window
Might the birds
Be back again?
Another nest to go?
I shouldn’t think so
Born in spring,
Training over summer
Wild living in the fall
(cool the blood)
Sleep in winter
Well, maybe they’re
No more systemic
Than we are
We think we know September
But birth happens
Anytime
Not to mention sex
That typically goes first
(though there are
other ways of having babies)
They are with the bees
That have their seasons, too
Their own calculations
Maybe they follow
Birds
So there are cycles,
And there is each day
Today I think maybe
The birds want to try again
And why not
Living, we may understand,
Is secure in birthing
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Photo by Robert Thiemann on Unsplash
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
Too Technical for Numbers
The people of the nanosecond
That might be the Japanese and us
The Russians and the Chinese
German timing
Somewhere there might be
Understanding of a season
When were you born?
There was great rain
It was a miracle
The Druids were aware of something
Witches, too
They mark the seasons, still
Despite our tendency to burn
Churches change with colors
But maybe not their stripes
I don’t mean to condemn
The vestige of Christ on Earth
But maybe take away
The matches
And return the decision made
Long ago at Whitby
Let the Celts ally with nature
In the faith
So that creation’s flow of time
A day that is an age
Shall inherit blessings now
Of peace and mourning
Birth and, so to say
All of life
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Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash
“Eventually everything hits the bottom, and all you have to do is wait until someone comes along, and turns it back again.”
Early Morning Half-Light
I had a dream and in it
A love and I
With a friend were talking about
Seasons
I was asked if I liked the snow
At the time we were surrounded
By it
Nonetheless, I said I liked snow
Fine
And my dear one said so, too
Clearly, our friend at the time
Only wanted to hear
About warmth
So I waxed
(maybe that’s a mansplain)
I like four quarters to the year
With time for everything
I’m sure I had that when a child
In Pittsburgh
Though it’s not like that
Now
Global warning having moved
The even year up north
Somewhere in New York
I looked at the one and thought,
Maybe we’ll go there
And then dreams do what they do
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“Vier Jahreszeiten” (Bernd Altenstein) am Holler See in Bremen
JeKr – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14692213
Lent 37
After rain,
Sometimes the closeness of humidity remains
And sometimes the world feels washed
For a while
It’s a good feeling
In autumn we might call it crisp
Though that is more for morning air
Cold from night, first breathed
The seasons turn, we know this
The watery rush of spring
Becomes the lush, rising life of summer
Before the time for
Earth to prepare to rest again
I know I say this for the northern part
In the southern, it’s reversed
But we share the notion that
All things are passing
Everything moves or is moved
And it is not in the nature of molecules
Or constituent atoms
To cease in function
Stop, whenever
Do you have a craft?
I think you do
Something you make or on your own
Pursue to make the time
Your own
Don’t be discouraged if the only thing you see
Is need
It is sadly that way for too many
And where does need allow for contemplation,
For an unhurried gaze into the world
On all sides?
Whether it’s need or want of need,
We are made for giving and receiving
And while so much is in motion
Newtonian claims notwithstanding
A part of us must stop
From time to time
To orient the brain and other organs
Where we are,
In what direction we might be going
Have a care for all seasons
Try them out
Let’s try ourselves
In patience and in
Openness for recollection
In spirit, an attitude for gathering anew
All the better parts
Gifts to receive
So many gifts to bestow
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Image by illustrated Cottage from Pixabay
Taking Turns
It’s dusk
Dark on a windy winter day
The branches want to articulate,
But they can only screech against the sky
Upon my window
Maybe the trees want to come inside
But better they are where they are,
And I don’t open to their world
To bring the season in,
So we’ll each remain
But for now I’m glad the cold is here
My thanks to Persephone
Whose story rings my mood
The seasons are a find
Who would have thought of them,
Four for temperate climes?
Hers is an old story
And behind all the bittersweet
Action and parable
An older story waits
Untimely resolution
All our chapters realized
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