Again I trudge through
porcelain drifts and razor
blade flakes hacking down
my bitter Spring prophecies
Again the nuances of this
defiant New England season
stimulates consciousness with
Again I see social analyses
feeding the energies of class struggle
within the bleak cyrogenic stalks
of slumbering trees.
Where sweet things reside
In the midst
of current tasks,
I’m drawn back
to summer afternoons
at Grandma’s flat.
Atop an amber-lighted
sleep in tin foiled safe homes;
dream in sealed plastic wrap,
Big City America
It’s an eternal summer
in Big City America.
Brother Sun shines his upper-class
blessings on the gentrified metro.
Brooklyn, South-End Boston, Bella Vista,
Bed-Stuy, (White) Chocolate City
grin like Cheshire Cats,
smoking the cigars of reborn status.
It’s an eternal winter
in Big City America.
Sister Storm cloud rains and snows
her working-class maladies
on the broken neighbourhoods and projects.
South-East DC, North Philly, South-Side Chicago,
Spanish Harlem, Detroit,
frown like a night-nauseous moon
standing in line, restlessly,
for that stillborn star-spangled dream.
Wear life as a hat
when it rains pull in closer
when it pours, pull it off, dance
Be the difference.
Be as salt in the ocean;
and sun in the storm
Brief words for late Autumn
There are swaying trees
whose dying leaves age golden
when old May greets June
What is there not to love about autumn? Falling amber and golden brown leaves crackling underfoot, the return of football and the magic of the Fall Classic, thanksgiving turkeys, grandma’s wool sweaters and that brisk wind that fills the lungs.
Here are some verses by Katherine Mansfield:
Autumn Song by Katherine Mansfield
Now’s the time when children’s noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton–
Oh! the shocking little glutton.Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.