“seeing more”…  it’s the fall, my poem

“seeing more”…  it’s the fall, my poem

losing the green…

 

 

seeing more

 

Again the dried leaves drift as they will,

they find their place,

they give up shape,

they make a final damp.

The trees just seem to let them go,

they waste away to litter,

the wind just seems to let them go,

they lose their green,

they come to earth,

a brittling maze, the huddled leaves,

they cease their swaying,

they cannot catch the sun,

nor make a shade,

they don’t look back

   to scan the sky,

to see the bosky dells,

to gaze at vistas

   that now attract the light…

The leaves have done

   with hiding the thrusting trees

      and the valley views

         and the glades that tempt the doe

            and the empty nests

               that warmed the chicks…

 

November 7, 2025

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The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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“…on just the one day,” in Cold Mountain

“…on just the one day,” in Cold Mountain

be thankful for more than the leftovers…

 

“They [the godless Yankees] had…

invented a holiday called Thanksgiving,

which Ruby had only recently got news of,

but from what she gathered its features to be,

she found it to contain the mark of a tainted culture.

To be thankful on just the one day.”

 

from Cold Mountain

by Charles Frazier (b1950)

New York: Atlantic Monthly Press, 1997

356 pages

Winner of the U. S. National Book Award for Fiction

p. 141

 

Ruby always set her mind straight.

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“The beginning is always today.”

(quote, Mary Shelley)

so get started…

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“think about it”…my poem

“think about it”…my poem

thinking it over…

 

 

think about it

 

We’re walking, slow.

 

What’s he thinking?

What’s her fleeting joy?

Maybe they ask the same of me.

 

Are we really different?

 

I’m bigger,

they have growing to do.

 

I can see out the window,

they see so many things

   for the first time.

 

I remember last week’s party,

they will re-learn the fun

   of blowing out the candles.

 

I can ride a horse,

they can see a horse where the chair is.

 

I wish I could stay longer,

they will welcome my return…

 

…but for now, we climb the bosky trail,

hand in hand, we laugh together,

we chase that squirrel with our eyes,

we wonder:

what’s he thinking?

what’s his fleeting joy?

maybe he’s asking the same of us.

 

September 7, 2025

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Have you “…been made various…”?

Have you “…been made various…”?

…always more to learn…

 

 

“…people whose lives

       have been made various by learning…”

 

Mary Ann Evans “George Eliot” (1819-1880)

English novelist, an icon in Victorian literature

from Silas Marner, p. 24

 

It’s so easy to think that learning is only about knowledge.

Learning changes lives and living. I don’t mind thinking that what I have learned in my life, and the learning that I continue to enjoy, has made me more various than I otherwise might have been.

You could say that variousness is the spice of life…some people might say it another way…

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Book review: American Colonies

So many and so much

    came before the Pilgrims

by Alan Taylor

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“I know remembrance…”…“knowing,” my poem

“I know remembrance…”…“knowing,” my poem

the birds we do not know

 

 

knowing

 

I know being

   and I know anticipation

      and I know expectation,

 

and nonetheless I know surprise

   and I know remembrance

      and I know fear

         and I know wonder…

 

what is it that I do not know?

what remains to be not unknown?

 

…which slowly singing bird

   will pick my window

      for her morning melodies?

 

September 20, 2025

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Book review:

Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

sincere, but off the mark…

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“Hear, hear,” quiet sound…my poem

“Hear, hear,” quiet sound…my poem

don’t try to unhear it

 

 

Hear, hear

 

Can you hear it?

 

You’re alone,

the walls don’t talk,

the plants don’t talk,

the rabbit in the yard

   makes no sound,

the chair just sits there,

nature’s murmuring is too far away…

 

“silence” is a word

   but if you say it…

 

Can you think a tune?

 

How much noise is “quiet”?

 

Of course,

   disdain the tintinnabulation of the bells,

but listen for that small sweet note,

and hum it for a sec…

 

you can’t unhear it.

 

August 20, 2025

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The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale…book review

Literate, but impersonal

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