The Beatles tune keeps running thru my head - “I read the news today, oh boy.”
over all the talking heads
and well groomed, earnest readers. “And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh.”
Feeling lucky to have the satellite company
that’s feuding with Ted Turner-
leaving a block of channels
(ordinarily filled with opinion and conjecture
dressed up as NEWS)
just not there.
no news is good news.
We cuddle in the chill autumn air
watching breaking news-
wild geese descend onto the still waters of the cove.
Film at eleven.
“I’d love to turn you on”
** A Day in the Life by McCartney, Lennon and Harris.
Gaze on ancient brothers,
galaxy sky dancing,
graced by mythos and
gloried tales of old Rome.
Glistening twins, long dead,
guard our own nights sky and
gibbous October moon.
Onyx sky above us,
offering cold bright stars
opulent in their glory.
Only for us are these
obliged to sparkle-
ordered by heavens
own heroic hunter.
*** For dVerse Meeting the Bar prompt from Vandana Sharma. She brings us a new form “Pleiades” which was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman. It consists of seven lines, each line starting with the same letter as the title. The title is a single word.
Listening to Welsh songs on NPR
on a gray October morning-
a language so foreign
yet melodies familiar
as the coffee in my blue mug
and the call of the red winged blackbird
as it pierces the early dawn air
from yellowing woods across the cove.
In what ancient hills were these songs
first sung? What gray skies
heard first these lilting tunes?
Sailing so far away from their birth and home
to emerge in these steep ridges
and deep shadowy hollows of Ozarks autumn.
I listen to the harmony
of the north wind singing
thru the thicket of yellowing trees.
What vast endurance
must these tiny creatures brave-
and nimbleness in flight.
Aerial dancers, swift and light,
of emerald and rubies in their wings-
crucial feathers, dignified
by alloyed gold and steel.
How do these trembling hearts
into wing and bone,
hollow and mercurial?
Enhanced essence of air
streamed from nectar of flowers
the energy expended.
What formulae of geometry and physics
can prove these creatures?
*** Our hummingbirds, that have graced our yard with their presence all spring and summer, are leaving for their winter homes in Central America. I took one feeder down today to wash and store for the arrival of next Aprils guests. The other 2 feeders will stay up for a few more weeks. I always like to leave at least one feeder out- just in case there is a slow poke heading south that needs a rest and a little snack for the trip.
dots of rainbows
speckle the iridescent carp
eying the watermelon
of gold and
in strophic sequence
from descant to sullen
across the pining
*** For dVerse poetics, a rather psychedelic description of an Ozarks sunset – Groovy!
across the waiting cove
into the new day
*** the sun was such a deep rosy red this morning and sent the color all the way across the water to the porch. The photos don’t do it justice, but take my word, it was gorgeous! Have a beautiful day! K