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HUMANE DEGREES

 

Trees bowing to me

As I drink fresh-ground coffee

Only 62 degrees!

Wrapped in Autumn’s fleece

Feeling that kiss of peace

Dogs leaping into space

Birds in my face

Demanding suet’s grease

Mornings like this

Reassure me

All is right in the universe…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Eastern sky of blowing leaves

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BALVALORI (WIND)

hurricane chaos 2004 Jeanne
Winds have a wondrous way

Of nudging us toward adventure

Warm wind stroking, teasing

Promising a life of ease and luxury

Cool wind puffing us up

Encouraging ambition

Whispering: This way, let me push you

Toward your destiny

Aggressive wind, mixed messages

Producing anger

Or even lust for

All of life’s offerings

Extracting life-giving moisture

Burning a face fever-red.

 

But escalating wind

Remains most menacing of all

Tornado wind

Hurricane wind

Strength through invisibility

Raising neck hairs making us

Preternaturally aware of danger

From an ancient, barely-used

Segment of our brain

Choose flight

Because fight is impossible!

Run from the wind

Run and do not stop

Run like a pack animal

Fearing aloneness

Moving through luckless landscapes

To escape chaos

And reunite with order.

 

Winds occasionally have a wickedness

We unfortunately witness…

 

© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija

(Image: my back yard during Hurricane Jeanne 2004)