autumn years spring poetry

Deep mind diving, navigating by sun,
shapes obscuring star, shallows cloud surface,
time transparent space, regain knowledge place.

Lights brighten dark wilderness nights, fires heat cold sunless days…
but Earth’s still better off without our trashy ways!

rewarder, re-war/ord-er, reorder
We do things for reward, either pleasure or ambition.
If we’re getting either or both, we keep doing them.
Then, at a time perhaps unnoticed, it becomes natural.