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
C L Couch
Photo by George Gvasalia on Unsplash
A Hop Among the Tombstones
Stayed there while I wrote
The graves go back to colonial times
One of the graves is under the church,
Which makes it a crypt, I guess
There is a low, stone wall
Everything is gray except
The grass in sunlight
And the robin
Brown and red
And still for now
So I might know it better
And, oh, so alive
You are now
I’m thankful
C L Couch
Not the robin I saw, this is a chick. I like its attitude, if personified (maybe not).
Galawebdesign – photographer (Wikimedia Commons)
Lent 15
It is a sight to see
A last cold day in winter
Green is trying
To work its way through
It only looks like moss and lichen
Now
In the south, it’s autumn passing
I think I’d have to be there
Really to get it
Such is my brevity of sight
Only used to sensing northern climes
I don’t live in a desert world, either
I’d be just as likely to romanticize
Though it must be hard
to live a metaphor
When it strikes the covered face,
Threatening to upend
A breathing life
The world is extraordinary
Our world
It’s hard, it’s soft
It gives, it takes away
It inaugurates
It keeps away for good
A mean game
Except that it’s not meant
What we shall have here
What gained, what lost
Anything ponderous
Or discrete
Anything at all
C L Couch
Pxhere
Lent 7
A week from Mardi Gras
(fat Tuesday, )Shrove Tuesday,
Fastnacht that in
Pennsylvania (USA) is a doughnut
And the observance
What did we shrive,
We shrove the house of fat
Of everything extravagant that might
Distract us
From the discipline
Of remembrance and devotion
For the coming days
Okay, so what did we really do:
We might have had our fun on Tuesday
But who’s to say the next day was
Somber
It should have been, I guess
A mood for taking ashes if for nothing else
Though there was something,
Something not to miss
The start of a new season
Not as fun as Advent
Without the fire that comes with
Pentecost
Let alone the triumph that is
Easter
There is an odd coupling as well
Since spring is starting now in northern climes
There are signs
Today there has been sudden warmth outside
There are springs of a green kind
Winter-washed
There are signs
Of nascent life
What shall we own, then
Of dust or seedlings?
Maybe we take both
To have a time of stillness and of energy
A quiet dynamo
Fueled for the change by fragrant remembrances
In growth
C L Couch
DeFacto – Own work
Warwick Castle water-powered generator house, used for the generation of electricity for the castle from 1894 until 1940
Unopened daisy
Signals an arriving spring
Earth: Hallelujah
haiku inspired by
Rosema, A Reading Writer;
Melinda, In Media Res,
who wrote about spring,
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/springs-harbinger/
Almost Always, Haiku
In spring love might turn
If you’re there to plant with me
Almost and always
Keystone Groundhog’s Day
Tomorrow—that’s 2 February—
Is, well, Groundhog’s Day
And since I am in Pennsylvania,
Maybe I should say something
(Maybe not)
The groundhog is a creature
With variants: prairie dogs out
West (USA), like Texas
Armadillos in attitude and in
Treatment, so I’m told
Nuisance-being that somehow
Makes a hole we all attend to
On this day
Origins are fought over (the day,
That is, not the groundhog
Itself, made in the perfect,
Chortling humor of the mind
Of God), though likely it’s a time
And rite of spring brought up
Into present cultural moment
There is a town, and here it is
(Here’s how it’s spelled)
Punxsutawney (too bad—Spell-
Check defeated me again, this
Year by only one letter)
Here in top hats people (not
The beast—and I don’t know
Why anyone wears the hats)
Will withdraw the toothy animal
From its artificial den atop a
Hill in or near the town (pardon
Me, the borough, there being
No towns in Pennsylvania,
Municipally speaking, save one
Town for another day)
And then winter’s prophecy-
Predictor takes over the day via
Shadow—and that’s all
But I like the day because, unlike
Christmas or Easter or Thanksgiving
Or Memorial Day, we have not
Wrecked this one
There are no Groundhog-Day cards
(I know of), so you must make your
Own—and thus enjoy the day (or
Maybe not) in whichever way you
Groundhog-like
(Legend has it that on this morning, if a groundhog can see its shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter. If it cannot see its shadow, spring is on the way. InfoPlease.com.)
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