dear God about the seasons
I see red back there
the colors turn
I guess
the last spell
coldish
helped
the sky is blue-gray and bright
there are green leaves
in shade
pre-fall then
and beautiful
for
what it is
plus reminding to us all here
up here
what is to come
while in Australia
and
New Zealand
it is
changing
well
symbolically from white
to green
and of these
the season-tones
I have
I
should gift-thank-you
and
I do
while thanking
and
respecting
of the people
way down
south
as I must think of these
down
while I am up
and
it would be just
to have an upside-
down
globe
to have the downside up
and become
the normal
up
regarding our perceptions
let south be north
for a while
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photo by Faith Lehman on Unsplash
(x = space)
x
x
Released
x
Winter starts tomorrow
Summer to the south
There is no snow forecasted
(in the north)
For a while
Another drier
Warmer
Winter time
Which is all right
For fear of snow
Blizzard and ice
That keep us in
With or without
The victuals we might need
(for all precautions)
But in terms of sleeping ground
The frozen seeds
The insects
Everything that hibernates
The warmth unseasonal
Won’t help
And we’ll awake to spring
Plus winter in the south
That isn’t right
That imbalances
That takes away the timing
That Earth needs
And all upon it
x
Yes
There’s climate change
And eldritch melting
At the poles
Interesting for observation
And for extracting mammoth bones
Maybe not so promising
For what else
Might be released
Into the air
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by yasin hemmati on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Lean To
x
Tomorrow is the solstice
Light a fire
At least inside
To illuminate
The difference should
We notice
The Earth
Starting to lean
The other way
x
Toward spring
But through the winter
First
At least in this
Our half the sphere
With summer
To the south
Where
Who might also wonder
What we’re doing
Upside-down
x
A fire
To light up
To redefine the shadows
Make them sharper
And more welcoming
For shadow-beings
And the
Shadow parts of us
x
The Earth should turn
All worlds should turn
Since
In turning
There is gravity
And life
And with so many
Moving
Lights
Boundaried by dark
So that both
May show the way
x
Through the seasons
Of the cosmos
Back to our minds
For reasoning
And imagining
Our place
Ringed inside everything
And the part
We cannot contain
Even inside ourselves
Because the abstract
Hook
Containers
With the infinite
For reason
And imagination
x
Rendering all borders
Malleable
If not changeable
The way the seasons
Change
Yet look
To stay the same
x
We are changeable
Unchangeable
Like Earth
And everything we lean on
While it leans
Like an invitation
To try something
Maybe straight
Like equinoxes
Maybe bent
Like the invitation
In the solstices
And all the life
Moving foundation
As it were
For the inventing
Co-creation
Inside
In between
All the round
Seasons
Leaned into
Also
Broken
Wondrously by
New days
x
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x
x
Photo by Sarah Tona on Unsplash
x
Marching Home
I’m in the South now
For a time,
Which is fine
I’m from here
I like it fine
It’s coastal Carolina’s version
Of the winter
The thicker blood in me has a chance
To thin gradually
While I’m here (fifties and sixties)
I just heard a smart person from Mississippi say
That Mississippi is known for
Writers and racism
I suppose that’s sad but true
Except for the writers part
I’m here for chores
House care, care for the dog
Old with bright eyes
Maybe we’d take a good picture
Near each other
Racism is a special kind of hate
The lack of seeing people for the people
It’s not forest for trees
It’s willing blindness
Not to look at bark or touch it
Smell the air that carries life
Hear the joy of birdsong
Taking paint away from canvas
Flame away from fire
Food from off the stove
Prejudice owns nothing
But tries a tyranny on everything
Until its own atoms fail
For lack of cohesion
And entropy claims all
For lack of reinforcement
No new energy, at last
Can we wait for an empty fire to burn off?
It’s not Centralia (up north)
It’s vapid, mean,
And tries to tear apart what is
Without substance (unlike the fire
that rages underground, which has it)
The world, notwithstanding
So much bigger
Owning all shapes and sizes
Colors to coordinate or glare against
And isn’t that just wonderful?
Join the world
Take the cosmos
You can ride the whirlwind as a miracle
And wake up to the brilliance on another side
So far, so good, my hours in the South
I hope you’ll join me
C L Couch
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Updates from https://www.offthebeatenshelf.com/blog/
Off the Beaten Shelf Book Blog – Off the Beaten Shelf
In the 02/16/2019 edition:
Agapāte
Yesterday was a pretty day, you know
I took a step outside and breathed
The air was warm and cool and good
My neighbor passed by,
And we talked about the start of winter,
Which might have been at that moment
It could stay this way, we posited
With no power over seasons
In the south, I know it’s summer
We might think that’s wrongway
From there, we are the backward time
Turvy-topsy, as it were
I hope it’s a good summer
I hope we have a decent winter
In all the midland places
And extremes
I have no idea what we deserve
Thank goodness better love
Doesn’t count that way
C L Couch
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Gross Tuesday, Then We Fast
In USA (and elsewhere, though
The images I see are from my
Own), it is the time of Mardi Gras
Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday
(Shriving meaning to divest), or
Fast Nacht—a fluid season before
The dryness of Lent, a day of excess
Substance before lean Lenten days
Commence, if only in perspective
Here in Pennsylvania, we have snow;
But in the deep South, look out:
A French and Creole, native, Caribbean
Mélange of festival—a celebration that
In winter shouts, We are still here
And, except for the crime, why not
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