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Monthly Archives: October 2022

God

Are there traces of God
In the clock work turnings of the Sun?
The formation of clouds?
The tumult of the rains?

Does He work within the rooted plants?
Hide behind thickets of thorns?
Is He like a windblown scent
That sends the dogs a baying?

Is He etched in the faces of passersby?
The grating sounds of city noise?

Or is He in the quiet times?
Meshed in solitude only broken by the rustling wrens?

Is He in the crooked path?
The hateful smile?
The nasty grin?

Has He authored the sins of man?
The endless pain and suffering?

Principal Problem

The principal problem with our global society is that there is no single leader. There is no captain of the proverbial ship of Earth. We have many captains and they are leading us to despair on the shoals of the immutable laws of nature. The age of the nation state no longer works.

Fall

Late fall’s crisp air blows across my terrace
Chilly through my sweatshirt
Our summer annuals have gone scraggy
But still hang on
Mice in the planters are deep in their holes
The cat patiently waits for some sign
Winter is around the corner
Soon the fresh snow
And the perfect silence it brings

The Bad Timeline

We are a people who lack empathy
Casually cruel to our brothers and sisters
Uncaring of the state of our own house
Of the many wonders it contains
We besmirch it all
In the name of the destroyers:
Progress, growth and power
We take much
Giving back little
We fail to defend the defenseless
Fiddling while our future burns
We set ourselves on high
And bring everything around us low

When I Am Gone

When I am gone
Orchids will still bloom
The moon bright will still rise in clear dark skies
Foxes will still glide smiling through the woods
Winds will still blow amongst the trees and grasses
Thunder will still roll
Rain will still fall
Waves will still dance with the tides.
Nature’s keen dance will continue
There is some solace in knowing
That I played a small part
For a short time.

Honeysuckle

Each Spring
I watch the Honeysuckle
Tendrils burst green with life
Climbing and twining across the trellis
Communing with the witch hazel branches
Optimism incarnate is the Honeysuckle
It’s flowers friends to bees and butterflies
Their scent a gift on hot summer nights
as peaceful as the firefly’s glow




The Goose

The goose flapped its wings
To grab my attention
As it floated with its gaggle
On the slate grey Hudson
“I’m here! Where are you?”
For a moment I was there
On the river bank with the morning wind and the clouds
Whispering of winter