Beautiful.
First you hardly notice it happening
The colors quicken
The sky burns with reds and orange and yellows
The shadows lengthen
The white snow is blue in shadow
There is a pause
Inextricably darker now
Lights come on, colors mute
Voices hushed agains the chill
The wind stops, changes direction, begins again
The stars would appear save from the clouds that have rolled in
Fumbling the glasses & plates are carried in
Where had the time gone
Stack the firewood
preserve the vegetables
select the books
listen to the birds
review the history
hold your breath
as snow falls
wind blows from the north
hold tight to the voices
the world shifts under your seat
everywhere erupts all at once
memories don’t light the path
Moments of beauty are still possible in this world
Three months
four years
five decades
today the sun also rises in the east
a different direction is possible
but not today
The long, low, sharp shadows
fall into my eyes
days get short
the temps refuse to fall
like the rain I’m missing
a bird who wont return home today
life passing
orbits of planets & stars conspiring
again & again
Like a cathode ray tube, the magnetic iron core at the center of the earth funnels the high energy particles from the sun into molecules of the atmosphere, causing them to glow. Standing in the recently mowed field at 3:30 am. The immensity of the dark night sky filled with stars and the glow of the aurora visible to the naked eye on the horizon. cold fingers work the controls, little brilliant images popping up on the screen that can’t really be that red.
A remote group event seen from my little studio on our collective spaceship earth as it passes though invisible energies. The internet neurons firing overtime sharing this moment.
