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New Year Poems
Happy New Year, all.
I haven’t been on line so much over the winter. Not much to make one want to be, in many ways.
Anyway, I wrote a couple of poems on New Years Day, one a little more hopeful than the other.
Hope you like them.
Rewilding Little Lives
Flowers in my window box this New Years Day
Brought smiles to see flies upon the white petals
Delightfully drawn to pollinate these late blooms
Providing provender in winter and spring seeds.
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Insight that acts of rewilding can be so easy:
Simply leave a little land for life, and equally
Life will return once we allow it land, thus we
Keep everything alive a little longer by these
Little acts and actions, ceding some concrete
So when our concrete recedes life can yet proceed.
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Nothing Changes On New Year’s Day
We kiss at midnight and wish
One another the best, that
The world will rise above our
Worries with the coming year;
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Raise our champagne to celebrate
Our survival of the last, then we
Rest in unhurried slumber, until
The bells ring in the faithful for
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New year’s Service, and we
Step out to see too the debris,
Finding revellers have left their
Refuse in the most amazing places.
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Picking up a cracked plastic party
Trumpet, we ponder if we will play
These in the next decades, and stroll
Slowly to our sacred spaces, with
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A grim smile, while the sun slants low,
Watching Earth go round just the way
It spun yesterday, today.
A Few Seconds of Eternity
A few Seconds of Eternity
A hubbub surrounds several idling cars:
Kids running between house and driveway
As the gang gets ready to leave on Sunday,
Carrying bags and banging shutters closed.
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Asking, “Have we left anything behind?”
“Well, here it stays till next weekend,” replied,
For we’ve baths and dinners to have this evening
If we ever get on the road home.
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Eventually, the door locked and all packed in,
Bar me, standing in the garden as the cars
Reverse out, waiting to close the gate, taking in
The scene surrounding us as every evening:
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Silence settling o’er the vale as the breeze
Slows to swing round from afternoon heat
On the southern plains beyond the hills,
Set in scarlet, under clouds tinged pink.
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The sparrows have ceased squabbling
In the hedges for roosting spots, chirping
Softly as crickets; the sky turquoise east,
Glowing golden west; the oaks go on growing
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Under Saturn and early stars starting to shine,
As they have for eons, breathing in, quietly,
As the gate squeaks shut; all is mine,
For a few seconds, immersed in an eternity.
Often ‘Tis the little moments that make this life wonderful.
Sun Set Sun Day
Happy Summer!
Though I’m Irish, and for me Summer started in May, making this MidSummer’s Day, logically, it seems that the astronomers around me disagree. Whatever.
Here’s a short poem I thought of a couple of Sundays ago, to make you think of the joy of these short nights.
Sunday Sunset
Other days we rush inside
From the porch, to prepare
Dinner, drinks and sit upon
Sofa to see a movie or TV; or
Drive to the city for dusk, but
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Sunday is when we want to stay
Watching sunset and slipping
Off to bed when the bats and
Owls calling have taken over
From twilight blackbirds and
Nightingales, the last rays of
Sun replaced by moonbeams,
The gleam of glow worms when
Cicadas are silent to let crickets
Sing, as peace settles like aspen
Cotton in the stillness between
Breezes. Then sleep suggests itself
Until we rise again to catch the dawn.
Cathedral Leaves
Cathedral Leaves
November sunlight shines at right angle
To catch leaves like stained window panes
On cathedral trees, lining riverbank, flanking
Dancing stream gleaming like black marble.
Drakes draw diamond wakes through dark
Water, songbirds call sonorous cries flying
Through timber, sweet as a child’s choir.
Marvelling at this flowing manifestation of
Nature’s majesty, I stand in reverence:
An experience as solemn as sacraments,
Holy as the spirit infusing these trunks
And tender tendrils dangling delicate
Leaves twisting daintily in the breeze.
And I wonder why those who kneel for
An invisible being in the sky, don’t even stop
To breath in, appreciate this display of
Beauty splayed out before them, inhale
Divinity in every breath of autumn
Dampness, soaked up sounds like dewfall,
Absorbed through skin as golden photons;
On shoulders felt the gentle hand of eternity.