Resources for the Environment

My friend Pauline has a monthly class via ZOOM from our local senior center with the title of Protect the Planet. Her research saves us a lot of time.

Today she recommended one website that I plan to check out:

   earth911.com.

In the meantime, I took some photos of the trees in their last hurrah and penned a short rhyme:

Loving Autumn

 

Ev’ry year about this time

I like to pen an autumn rhyme

To show how much I love the trees

turning color, no time to grieve.

Instead I swoon with every shade

And enjoy what Mother Nature’s made.

The colorful palette of yearly Fall

Raises my spirits, like a tree, so tall.

So celebrate awesome autumn while it lasts

Loving it as a last hurrah, a final blast

Before the winter with trees so bare,

but even then, I am very aware

Of how autumn touches my heart,

Giving it a colorful jump start!

Mary Lou Meyer’s Poetry

My classmate Mary Lou Meyers sends me poems almost every day. This one seems to be perfect for Erev Yom Kippor, Fall, and my own needs!
Thanx, Mary Lou
(Photo from my camera)
One Tree Bore Witness
on 472 in Oxford, PA
One tree filled with grief
still flourishing for lack of rain,
lined with overpowering filigree
as if a natural born identity,
a green barrier between Light and Darkness.
Now the drive a disgraceful barrier
 of branches like bones,
each thrust of the axe condoned.
Once robins relaxed in their hold of shade
built nests on their sturdy limbs,
withdrew remarkable worms
from the concave moisture beneath.
Staying power and proof to bequeath
generations far removed
even those steeped in grief.
While the world goes on in a makeshift way,
an envelope of time dispirited not Divine,
no long inspired each Spring with nested opulence,
and leaves which carpeted a blanket of beauty everywhere.
Chagrined birds nowhere to fly,
but on electrified wire,
no more moonbeams dancing on a quiet lawn,
only shattered rainbows everywhere
in the halo cost of trees despaired
no division through the ranks of nobility,
keeping instead with new found glory in industry.
A Holocaust of trees.
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