Cultural Shadows

What we presume is true we have no doubt.
It lies in shadows where it tends to be
Hidden from inspection, not found out.
Beliefs are more like leaves upon a tree.
Light shines and they are prettier to see.
What underlies them, on the other hand,
Stays hidden like the ground on which we stand.


Text: I am linking this to dVerse Meeting the Bar.  I will be hosting and the form is Chaucerian stanza or rime royale: seven lines rhyming ababbcc.  You are welcome to join us writing a poem in this form.

Photos: “Trees in the Harvest Moon’s Sun”, above, and “Deeper Autumn”, below, by the author.

Deeper Autumn

Inside the Refrigerator

Half a cabbage, shadowed low and deep,
Wrapped in plastic took its chance to grow,
Stretched its leaves, awoke from cabbage sleep
Near cheese forgotten also long ago.
We found it and then found a pot and so
A cabbage we once ate, one half of two,
Turned into one again with light and grew.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and she asks us to look at what’s in our refrigerator.  The poem is written in Chaucerian stanza (also called rime royal or rhyme royal).  I will be using this form for Thursday’s Form for All post.

Photos: “Lucky Cabbage”, above, and “Half Cabbage in a Pot”, below, by the author.

Half Cabbage in a Pot

Harvest Moon By Day

When I look down I face the harvest moon
Although I see the earth in morning light.
The sun climbs on my back until it’s noon.
Dead trees lie on the ground, rebirth in sight.
The harvest moon, bright round, will shine tonight.
The woodland path unwinds me here and there
Then stops as cautious deer run off somewhere.


Text: The form of this poem is Chaucerian stanza or rime royal using iambic pentameter with rhyme pattern ababbcc. I plan to use this form on Thursday for the dVerse Form for All.

Photos: “Path Through Fallen Tree”, above, and “More or Less Facing the Harvest Moon”, below, by the author. Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Under the Harvest Moon” and trablogger’s Mundane Monday.  I took all photos at Somme Woods Forest Preserve in Northbrook, Illinois, around the time of the harvest moon.

More or Less Facing the Harvest Moon
More or Less Facing the Harvest Moon

First Frost’s Voice

The first frost tells us that the trend will change. More will come until more doesn’t come anymore. It is corrective whether one learns a lesson from it or not, perhaps how to better stay warm. We do not circle back into last year’s frost. We spiral into this fresh, new one.

WARM THEN COOLER AIR
RIVERS NEED NOT OVERFLOW
TREES DROP DULL, DRY LEAVES


Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of first frost’s voice.

Photo: “Autumn Purple Yellow Flowers” by the author. I took this at the Chicago Botanic Garden.

Autumn: Cosmic and Mundane

I want the cosmic and mundane
To merge into a truer view,
To turn into a new terrain
That wakes when autumn’s light shines through.


Photos: “Autumn Sunset”, above, and “Early Autumn”, below, by the author and linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and trablogger’s Mundane Monday.

Early Autumn

Autumn Awakens

Summer needs to get some rest.
Fall, it’s time to rise!
Have you any dreams to share
Through cool autumn skies?


Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar.  I am hosting.  The theme is sleep.  There are no other constraints.

Photos: “RIP Summer ’17”, above that I am linking to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “signs”, and “Changing Maple Leaves”, below.   I took both along the Chipilly Woods Trail.

Changing Maple Leaves

Turquoise

It’s a funny kind of blue or green
That seems to match my oddly changing eyes.
Turquoise is a stone I recognize
More than that hidden self that stays unseen.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme of birthstones. Mine is turquoise.

Photo: “Birds and Table at the Park” by the author taken at Navy Pier in Chicago.  The people left and the birds arrived for the crumbs.