Today
(a 55)
Today is an old day,
leaking
the passed night's rain,
almost with its dawn already
yesterday,
faded replicant of another supplicant.
I'd throw it away, used-up as
a broken comb, a flared match
fired once to light something gone,
except
the birds
greet it with such celebration
singing
their soft explosions
above the autumn seeds.
September 2025
Images: Girl Combing Her Hair, 1892 © Edfward Munch Fair Use
Three Tree Sparrows In A Rain Shower © Ohara Kosun Public Domain
a treat, this equinox 55. no need for me to catalog the orange radiation - we knew the cloud was coming - but I hope that nonetheless you see such birds each day, and take solace in the long knowledge that this too shall pass - that these autumn seeds will someday bloom ~
ReplyDeleteThanks, M. Yes, as Balzac said, 'The love of Nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes.' Hope all is well your way.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling well, my BFF. Life around us, whether bird, animal, or plant, makes our spirits rise. Also, I love "faded replicant of another supplicant"
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