The Long & Short Poems for the first day of Autumn

Last week, our creative writing group host from New Horizons Senior Center gave us “Autumn” as the prompt for our class, done on ZOOM. Two poems I really enjoyed were a haiku (short poem) by Eileen Abrams and a longer poem by from Mary Lou Meyer‘s book Floating Free. (I added the colors.) Here they are with some early autumn photos of trees and flowers from our condo surroundings and our neighborhood, with lovely stone and brick homes made even more beautiful with fall flowers and trees. I wanted this posted before 3 pm, because the fall solstice starts 3:20 pm today, Wed., Sept 22nd.

P.S. Reminder that my fall cooking class is Friday, Sept. 24th @ 10:30 am: If you scroll back to the previous posting, you will see the review of the cookbook and one of the recipes.

Here is the ZOOM link to the class, sponsored by New Horizons Senior Center (www.newhorizonsseniorcenter.org) in Narberth, PA
on Friday, Sept. 24th @ 10:30-11:45 am EST. Please join us!

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89407280194

 

Autumnal Transparency
by Mary Lou Meyers
Autumn comes in mellifluous tongues,
disguised among the spoils of the summer season,
a last testament to unreasonable heat,
wedged between the vibrant chords of Spring
and the first inkling of Winter’s discordant cross,
marigolds touched with frost.
Perfection is born in the breathtaking air,
shattering the sky’s crystal chandelier.
Liquid gold splashed everywhere on fields and meadows,
on the tremor of wings soaring in sunlit skies.
We are born anew with Gypsy blood gushing forth,
ford rippling streams with effervescent broth
with peace etched on every mountain peak,
valleys filled with gold lamé to greet our restless feet.
Trembling trees unload their heaven-scented apples
to satisfy our unquenchable taste and hunger.
Winnowing wind soothes our nightly slumber,
while storied maples bring a tinge of crimson glory
to the plaintive strains under a Harvest Moon glow.
Soon nothing matters but the bountiful beauty instilled
in the corridors of radiant light,
our hearts filled as we fade into a brilliant transparency. 
Autumn‘s Arrival  by Eileen Abrams

Greens become reds,
golds, then browns
The life of a leaf.

My heartfelt thanks to the members of our creative writing group ellensue

9/11 Essay with photos of the Memorial in New York City at Ground Zero

My grandson Max was born on 9/11, but 10 years before the tragic event on 9/11/2001. So for ten years I was able to celebrate his birthday without any intervening bad news. Now, of course, I have mixed feelings: I want to celebrate his birthday and I also want to pay homage to the tragic events on 9/11 and all the people who died in the towers or planes that day and all those who were working in the wreckage of the towers and subsequently died from the fumes, the dust, and the chemicals that spewed into the air, even though the person in charge of the EPA said the air was safe!

 

In the Smithsonian Institute Magazine as well as in a documentary last night, there were interviews with young people born in 2001 0r 2002, whose fathers who died in the planes or the buildings. These children are now 20 years old or almost 20 years old, and their stories are quite revealing about how they view life because of this tragic event right before they were born.

Just as Pearl Harbor may have been the most tragic event of my early years, 9/11 for people in the single numbers or just born on that day or soon after have their own tragic event. And with the pandemic, we are losing thousands and thousands of people from bacteria, so we are “at war” with this virus and the battle is still raging.

The 20th anniversary of 9/11 will be hard for many of us. Interestingly, it takes place during the 10 Days of Awe between Rosh Hoshana (The Jewish New Year) and Yom Kippur (The Day of Atonement), a very solemn time to review this past year and see where we have offended anyone and make amends. Instead of reviewing our mistakes as sins, we view them as “missing the mark” and offer our heartfelt apologies to those people we may have offended or hurt.

Reading the stories in the Smithsonian and watching the documentary has given me hope that young people of today are aware that we are a global village and what happens to people in one country can happen everywhere, as COVID 19 has shown.

Let us use 9/11 as a time to pause and take stock of ourselves and our world and see what we can do to make our global village safer, cleaner, and filled with empathy and compassion, instead of hate. If each person does this, we could feel a shift in our energies and emerge as a world where peace and wholeness are possible and an environment where it is safe to breathe, swim, eat, and sleep. I wish for such as world NOW! and since I believe each person can make a difference, I plan
to sign up for a Climate Reality project and continue to post information on the environment on my website.

Stay safe! Stay positive! Stay vigilant!  ellensue

 

P.S. I wrote this on Friday aft. and post-dated it for tomorrow at 9:11 am.