SIGNS OF THE SEASONS

SIGNS OF THE SEASONS

Ah, signs of the seasons
are evident
in our gardens.

Cornflowers
are turning brownish black,
about to drop their seeds
for next Spring’s Surprise.

Dahlias, glorious and dazzling,
are also burning and gnarling
in their hallowed impermanence.
Acorn squash,
falling off their umbilical cords,
are ready for the feast table.

Concrete leafy evidence of
Fall’s inevitable surrender
sprinkles our lawn.

Am I ready
to salute our voluptuous harvest
and welcome another Cold Hug?

Hal Edwards, Wauconda, September 10, 2015

WHEN I THINK ABOUT DYING….

WHEN I THINK ABOUT DYING….

 

Every morning

I get up

Mostly around 7,

Pee and weigh,

Heat up the water

For my coffee,

Walk outside

In my pajamas

And pick up

The Herald

And NY Times.

 

As I read

The local and

International

Good and mostly bad

News

I find myself

embracing

and growing

in compassion,

suffering and celebrating

with all of us,

whatever side

or opinion

or violent

or heroic

situation.

 

I often fantasize

That today may

bestow

My final hour,

And I open myself

With gratitude

To the inevitability

Of life

And

Death.

 

When I think about

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BEAUTY DEFENDED

BEAUTY DEFENDED

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Silent brilliant beauty,

resilient, resplendently

 splattering the

cosmos

with your tender

folds

of golden-haired

grandeur,

your sharp

tentacles,

poised and poisonous,

safeguard

your quiet beauty

while inspiring

this

passing

spectator.

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Surrendering into

your vibrant

and

volumptuously

intimate chambers

of

magnificence

exquisitely embodied,

I salute every

stalwart

thorn

and needle

duly

standing guard

with

commanding

precision.

Hal Edwards

Maria’s garden, Algonquin

July 1, 2013