In the Rain, by Vincent Van Gogh (1882) We call it fall above all because of the leaves leaving the trees; Yet also because the temperature leaves what are now the eighties. Most of all it’s because we fall out of love with summer sun’s radioactive please. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link…
Category: nature
Minnesota Governor Walz “Can’t” Stop LINE 3, by Susu Jeffrey — Rise Up Times
Minnesota is home to the headwaters of the three major North American watersheds that drain north to Hudson Bay, south down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico, and east out the Great Lakes and St. Lawrence River to the North Atlantic Ocean. Slicing across all three watersheds are two black Enbridge tar sands…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — August 2021
As August begins, chipmunks are busy a-gathering, their cheeks bulging with seeds. They still make time for chase across the driveway, under the shrubs and back again. Butterflies swarm swarms of blossoms, welcoming affections of others of the same patterns in brief amorous encounters. Monarch caterpillars wander in solitude, grazing fuzzy milkweed leaves in lackadaisical…
The Anthropocene Hymnal is published! — Experiments in Fiction
Today, this book of wonderful poetry about saving our planet becomes available in both paperback or kindle versions. Two of my poems have been chosen to be in it. All proceeds from the book go to organizations working to save our planet. Please consider buying one $4 (for kindle) or $9 (for paperback) or donate…
dVerse — Poetics — The Wells that Never Empty
The Muses who inspire do not abandon me;round the clock they tick, sparked heartbeatsthat draw the world ever closer in varied splendor:morning’s cooled dew in Summer,pink snow of sunrise in Winter,the earth-toned blanket of Fall,and the creeping green of Spring. At dusk’s change of shift, I listen for the wingsof Mother Night as she travels…
dVerse 10th anniversary celebration week — MTB — Somewhen, somewhere
Instead of a spell in mortar and pestle dwell cast potions and powders aside to climb aboard magic carpet of dreams When the cruel have been culled to fertilizer, when clawed hand way of the coin has passed, when we return to garden again, a community. When plastic and propaganda have been chucked, when trees,…
Doodads — flowers in the rain
It’s been beautiful most of the week, sunny and warm. There was a brief thunderstorm at the beginning of the week. Wednesday night it rained by cleared by morning. Later yesterday afternoon it became overcast again and rain began to fall. Afraid of possible overnight frost with the temperature drop I went out to cover…
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