The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
hell to endure,
hard to pure,
how to be sure,
when metamorphosis over?
pure as the driven snow,
deep down dancing crow,
pineal gland contains nature to know
Could be making celebrities/politicians look good,
but rather make us look bad,
for we are all human,
and that makes me sad!
Never promised a rose garden;
to be a great guardian;
a musketeer D’artagnan:
one for all and all for one;
just for greenYgreylien!
The world is not enough, for 10 billion of us, fighting for survival, by digging deeper holes, core, shore up… superbowl!
Above first posted on Facebook, along with lots of current affairs and a little music and science.
Seeing full moon rise through an ash tree
made me put them together linguistically,
and second time sounded like monastery.
The world tree of Nordic religion/mythology is an ash: Yggdrasil. The scene made me think of putting the moon in the middle first, but it didn’t evoke anything.
This week on Facebook I posted an article about a native Australian’s feelings for trees, and a UK TV C4 documentary about native Amazonian artwork having been discovered on a cliff face; with great greenYgrey scenes!
I also wrote of Europe/UK’s right to do the same: protecting our nature and people. It’s what I’ve been doing for the last 20 years.
mistYmuse time and the last post inspired me to update this site for the first time since the greenYgrey age!
During greenYgrey years some took sense out of my nicENESS; seemed to rearrange remaining n-i-c to cin, to call + hide it as sin!
To lOve abOve (two)
O central abOve O,
can U C? (a little self-parody!)…
promising peaceful clarity
beyond shape circularity...
Loads more to the letter self-proclaimed genius poems in my books on Amazon.
We are now in the last month of the inaugural full mistYmuse winter light festival. brightening up the northern hemisphere’s traditionally most difficult months.
Spring seems to have arrived early, with some warmer than average sunny weather the last fortnight, although its forecast to return to normal midweek.
Here’s a little anagrammatic poem-philosophical thought, using the letters I-a-s-s-u-m-e on three lines; something like the 121 reflections in my second poetry collection.
as I muse