September 25.22: Coping, but barely

Ceres paints in shades of cream,

daubing light like candle gleam

in autumn;

a mother’s sign when daughter leaves,

soft-whistling wind in union grieves

in autumn;

in seed-pod spike, in brittle stem,

desiccated requiem,

in autumn;

grasses in allegiance tender

bow their annual surrender

in autumn;

luminous mantle, light as breath,

gentle over sleep and death,

in autumn;

mother’s vigil thus ignited

over waning year twilighted,

in autumn.

 

 

More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg

and to artful arranger D.J. Berg.

April 16.19

Artful

in its soft demureness,

pink pretends

a lack of sureness,

but I see

its aery blush

as preternatural

victory flush:

Ceres’ triumph

everlasting,

winter’s death grip

counterblasting.

 

More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

 

Connections: February 15.17

Persephone sighting

Ceres euphoric:

the greening of brown

mythic, folkloric.

Connections