many hundreds of miles away with cats
(starting at the window)
fall crept in
as if it hadn’t fallen
really
not quite yet
or
it was mischief as from sprites
or maybe the mischief Lads
of
Yule
come down from Icelandic mountains
‘round this
time of year
with the ogress their mother
and sometimes
accompanied by the great black
Yule Cat
of which there is an enormous rendering
in Reykjavik
times the size of us
looking like an omen
in and of
itself
simply beheld
I mean many times the size of us
and warnings of great fire
for eyes
and all these beings
seem
to play a role like Krampus
in the watching
and the punishing of waywardness
though I’m not
sure
the audience for moralizing
children only
or
adolescents
full-on adults
and
might the creatures go to halls o
government as if one
year’s chastising
should be
enough
well
anyway
it’s blue and gray today
not
so far from Gettysburg
and with our own local versions
of
folklore
for seasons
and for planting and for harvest
for
correction though somewhere there should
be
tales of mercy
and good
humoe
don’t you think
and by the way
Icelanders have a true society for taking
care of
cats
The Cats of Reykjavik
friends gave me
a mug
because evidently people care
for cats
at home or should they wonder
elsewhere
be
actively looked after
not as
communal property rather
as
communal treasure
fear of the legends maybe
though
I don’t think so
except
well
there are stories and there
are
stories with one of the true ones
about cats
on board ships and how they kept the plague
away
by hunting rats that carried fleas
that in turn
carried plague
and
Europe would have done
so much better had they not killed cats
as
signs of witchcraft
which brings on two subjects of doubt
that grown-up people
even medieval Christians
say
should have known not
to have excused themselves
for all the local violence that had
the affecting
of wrecking health
and taking so very many
many
lives
and so for this and other real matters
the Icelandic
are
under aegis to be cared for
which
not I think on it
emphasizes civility
in
how we should be civilized
beyond dissolute
even
depraved
resolute
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(19 December, third week of Advent, fifth day into fifth night of Hanukkah, and there are planned traditional observations—with the solstice in the after the day after this one, whether planned by us or arriving anyway)
I typed “keept” at first for “kept” and rather liking “keept”; and, let me see, I haven’t slept (sleept?) since the night before this last one, and even then briefly (still breathing foul air); and I have a hangnail, which of course is bearable except there is a bandage on it, making typing more of a challenge than is usual—and this is enough if not excessively an apology
photo by Wietse Jongsma on Unsplash
Hallgrímskirkja
Reykjavík, Iceland
first full days
the day
twenty-four
and slightly less the light
from
day before
new season in transition
to the next
already
as our placement of the calendar
has set
and should we move
the season’s
markings as was done
still is
else-where
or when
so that midsummer
say
is the middle of the summer
and
so around
coda
the wars
certainly are
the vastly greater issue
with
especially cessation
come to mind
and
maybe
to the table
and there’s the warming of the Earth
that’s down to us
regardless
how we count
better to have seasons
in
whatever way
that are
redemptive by our ownership
cooler
how about all and
everyone
by our strategies
and practices
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from the solstice
photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash
Momentous
(moment, momentary, memento)
The Earth is leaning
We mark the
Solstice
Though we don’t feel the angle
Any more than
We feel our portion of
The arc of Earth
Yet we note things
And there is
Change
To see us through perceptions
To help us grow
Through seasons
As
The seasons
Sleep
Plant
Grow
Sickle then
Sleep again
And so we lean
So we live
So we lean in
To living
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Photo by Christoph Theisinger on Unsplash
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
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Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash
(haiku for fall, starting in a grumpy mood, I guess)
(1)
well that’s enough of
haiku play and fancy with
no work proof for pay
(2)
the hour is done now
leaves have fallen into water
growing into green
(3)
old and new worlds tilt
leaning could be tree-delight
as dancing solstice
(4)
water purify
as on our other planets
with true air command
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photo by Mathias Reding on Unsplash
Blameless Solstice
Sun
With clouds
And lightning
Animate the forecast map
At noon
And I’m thinking
On line
These are the days
Of our lives
To come
Starting
Tomorrow
While today is
Simply hot
Well
“Steamy”
In the Southern
Or the tropical
Way
That is the grid
For the next week
Or so
We’re sliding
Into summer
So we might
Wonder
What is next
In our
Region
Relative
To the world
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Photo by USGS on Unsplash
Maur Adrar Desert
(we might become a colorful desert, too)
written on the occasion of--well, yes--the heat but also a local town that declared a drought emergency today; what's ironic to me is that the town is set where a wide creek pours into a wide river (always strikes me odd when that happens)
(x = space)
x
x
Saint Light
x
Lucia
Giving birth
In spirit
And calendar
To solstice
Then to Christmas
The festivals of days
Sung by ancient voices
Variously doctrinaire
Also enculturated
Now
x
Santa Lucia
Lights
On wreaths
In Scandinavia
Illumined
In other nations
Other places
Say
In Syracuse
On Sicily
Where
Then
And throughout
There is
The song
x
Special food
(everywhere)
As well
To match the time
The separation
From
Ordinary drives
Today
x
Christian
And also enculturated
Much like the season
We inhabit
Of so many
Days
The stories
With their membership
On hearing
x
Close to solstice
So also for
The timing
Of these broader days
Say longer nights
For fears
In all of this
x
Small lights in the darkness
‘Til banks of angels
Set the stars on fire with
Announcements
x
Here is the day
Here is the sky
Fear not
Winter is not the end
We promise spring
With longer days
Dressed
Inside
Outside
Green and health
x
So for these colder days
To north
And scalding days to south
We without angels
Maybe
Maybe offer news
As gospel
Good news
And
Oh
So many stories
To tell each other
Through
Seasons’ hardships
And hard feelings
x
Also then
Some for
In fact
Bonfires
Like the angels and the stars
Though mostly
For the axis of the Earth
x
The smaller lights will do
But sometimes large
For dancing near
x
‘Til later on
In spring
And then the fall
The equinox secure
The balance in
All better things
x
on Santa Lucia Day
(13 December 2023)
x
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x
x
x
(x = space)
x
x
thank goodness and gravity we don’t feel the spin
(8:50-something a.m. EDT, USA)
x
in two hours or so
will be the solstice
if it were dark
I’d set a fire
though I could set a fire
now
well,
no, I can’t
because I don’t have
a place out back
or a permit for a park,
which wouldn’t work
because
there is a burning ban
just now
‘til there be much more rain
than we’ve had
of late
x
the Earth will turn
and tilt
start to tilt the other way
and in the south
we’ll move from winter
into spring
while up here
it shall
we know
be summer
and then fall
it’s hot and humid now
I once asked a Southerner
From Tennessee
(USA)
how Southerners
(thinking
in my Southernness
I had missed the lesson,
somehow)
how said
Southerners
cope with heat
and humidity
that are year-round
possibilities
x
said she
one thing,
air-conditioning
x
happy solstice
relative to the equator
whichever way the Earth
shall tilt
for you
for us
x
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x
x
photo by scott webb on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Thoughts on Solstices
x
I don’t know why the dying year
Is appealing
Maybe because we know
That dying isn’t death
And we contemplate the process
And be glad when the reversal
Starts
Like knowing that our skin cells die
Then are replaced
It is a cycle we can contemplate
As well
x
The Earth will start to turn
To favor night,
Which will take six months or so
The zenith with the sun
In the north
Is June
The nadir in December
If we have fires now
(because it’s June),
They will be for celebration
The fires in December
Are made with archetypal fear
x
The easy fires will be back
We’ll cook on them
Not worry what they’re
Driving away
(the winter subjects)
And what they attract
Except for insects
That, though they are numerous,
Have cycles so much shorter than
The ones we own
x
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Photo by Kenrick Mills on Unsplash
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