disseasonability
an easy winter
brutal summer
heat
in exchange for
the snow
fair exchange?
there is romance
in the snow
yes
and peril, too
but do we forget
(speaking in January)
that
there is danger
in the high heat,
too
not to mention
polar ice shelves
sliding into
sea
exposing land
which is interesting
though
in fact
we are losing our cool
so to say
and for real
the Earth is heating
and we need
the heat
and shall we forget
we need the cold
as well
sorry
we’re not halfway
keep talking winter
in the northern world
at least
and maybe ask
down south
how the summer’s
doing
c l couch
photo by Liana S on Unsplash
(x = space)
x
x
Around
x
I keep thinking of God
By that spring
Of water
That typically looks blue
Though sometimes clear
Showing all the
Pristine things below
Rocks and fish
You know
The lying and the creeping things
x
God offers
Some to share
For thirst requires
First attention
There is no speaking
There is no clear thinking
‘Til the molecules
Have
Cool and oxygen
Through water
Then we may talk
x
God looks a person there
And still
What might I
I
Have to say
To God?
x
There is no altar
For obeisance
And a sacrifice
No worship
As there is no priest or choir
Anyway
Nothing of a temple
Or a church
x
It is we two
A spring
A living tree looks over
Green and perfect flowers
I wonder
How long I might be there
Sit there
(slaked)
Trying out one script and then other
Out of my head
Over my tongue
And yet hello
Croaked upon arrival
Before drinking
Is on the line
And nothing over
x
God will speak
Of course
To say the perfect thing
To try my tears
Now that I have water inside
Or press joy
Upon the mind
Maybe to evoke
Those kinds of tears
The happiness
Companionship
A now
x
And I cannot worry
About how long
There is a forever
In this moment
And what might come after
Is conditional
Subjunctive
Doubts that do not matter
Suponemos
(we suppose)
Suponíamos
Supondríamos
x
I should not wonder
For in this encounter
Is enough
Is wonder
For eternity
All I can bear
There
And now
x
God
Does this
There is your own place
That might be the same
And there might be numbers
One
Two
Five thousand needing food
Two upon a cross
Or all the slaves crucified
For wanting to believe
We can be free
x
All shall come
All shall arrive
God shall welcome
With cool water
And-or
Whatever might be needed
A nosh
A deck of cards
(for Rook)
Play
Play for work
And then to let them go
x
The stream
Or what we need
For this place
Remains
A place to meet the Lord
Where the Lord is always waiting
(angels attending)
‘Til we come ‘round
Whatever has been bending us
From clarity
Eternity
A drink with God
Some words
Enough to save
To secure what we have believed
Or identify what we have not
To keep the good
Let go the rest
As service to the Lord
And the peaceful
The dynamic
Plains and courts
Skies and outer space
Transomed
With transparent streets
To clarity
The dark let go
Except in perfect shadows
x
All of which to say
We meet the Lord
Or don’t
But there is waiting for us
And it’s delight
In faith
And comfort for the ragged
Parts
From life
From confusion
By the barbarous
Now we turn
Now here we are
Hello
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Robert Zunikoff on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Seedling Truth
x
Tuesday
Time for devotion
Because there’s no
Holy reason telling us
To do so
x
We heard
And we hear
Sermons to the birds
And they rejoin
x
Bible studies
With the ocean
Ascensions at the mountain top
And then come down
To the veiled valley
Below
Most of us inhabit
x
Where we must live
Until our gospel says
It’s time
x
Our seasons tell us
Heat gives way to color
Then succumbing cool
To cold
x
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
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Steven Van Elk on Unsplash
x
(e.g.) https://www.learnreligions.com/saint-francis-assisi-sermon-to-birds-124321
x
(x = space)
x
x
Beatitudo
x
Where did this quiet
Come from
With the light angling inside
Yellow for benediction?
It is a gift
Of spring’s first day
It is happenstance
I don’t care
I’m thankful
For the quiet
And the colors
And the benediction I’m
Taking these to be
Thanking the one who blesses
Everything
In creating
And renewing
Like green rising from brown
Made and remade
And by the way
A gift of oxygen
For us
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Chetan Kolte on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Live from Punxsutawney
x
Knob
Hollow
Gobbler
Turkey
Groundhog
Burrow
A manufactured life
Goes on tour
Speaking engagements
What is its thesis?
Moved in a cylinder
Men in hats
With groundhog faces
Thousands and thousands
I guess they have
Places to stay
TV, computer cameras
How it can it not
See its shadow?
Phil is not that accurate
Need we wonder
Why
Enjoy the day
Laughter
Celebration
Into spring
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Ralph Katieb on Unsplash
Groundhog didn’t like the late April snow (she was in the middle of nest building when it hit).
x
(x = space)
x
x
Onion Snow
x
Crocuses and
Daffodils were
Growing
There is fog
Above the ground
Where condensations
Clatter without
Sound
Strange time of year
Odd conflict
Teaching flowers and
The land
Something
Via snow
Withholding spring
x
Gentle war
We could learn
Without the bombs
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Eva Härich on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Fifth Day
x
It’s Friday
And we face the weekend
An invention that started with
Reform laws
For factories
I hope you have a grand time:
Play
Find a moment in which
To be grateful
For reformers
x
If you are having fall
I hope it is the right kind for you
Colors
A degree of chill,
Wind that speaks
And, when not speaking,
Sings;
If it is spring for you
I hope you find new life
The right intensities
Of green and blue
x
If there is a sabbath service for you
I hope you find God at home
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Oliver Hihn on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Looks
x
Pale sky
As if in compromise
To give late-winter earth
A chance to show itself
Turning slowly
Into spring
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Biegun Wschodni on Unsplash
Blooming saffrons in the mountains.
x
clcouch123 
Recent Comments