Woden’s Day Stroll

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birds, flowers, hiking, Nature, Poem, Poetry, skink, spring, summer

Soapwort ( Bouncing Bet )

Fairest June, a bouquet of gods away;
yet timid, hides from frost with soapwort sway.
Miss Spring has washed her hands these two months past
of winter’s ice green tendrils, clinging fast.

First bird of morning, crimson pointing blue,
an oriole orders my passage through,
a dancing skink conducts the railroad beat
in time, wind-rushed, to rest with sun-baked feet.

Clay Vessels

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atheism, climate change, evolution, extinction, Gaia, gods, Nature, Poem, Poetry

The gods are long past forgiveness.
Stick-carved dust and water-colored walls
have ceased to amaze;
The smoked petitions and pitiful prayers have ceased to amuse.

The devils of dust and deluge,
here, there, sprout as spotted lesions,
a leprosy cancered over this plague of man.

Thunderstones fail the heavens
and the earth opens her bosom
to bear the heart beatings
of hate meted among peoples.

The hills reject and the valleys swallow
that remnant clinging for rescue
as reward for misdeeds
of desire, rights, and obligations.

When it is finished,
it matters not if any survive.
The gods are but the apathetic imaginings
of the pretenders
to the crowns of creation.

This universe,
having chanced life once,
will chance it again,
and again,
without us.

Frost Grounded

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cinquain, introspection, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Robert Frost, snow

Timeless,
Snow-drifting-woods,
Horse staying, burdened man,
Darkness sifted with promises,
to keep.

( A cinquain written for Form For All at DversePoets)