6-24-2022: Happy B'day, Son !
Our 'Cancer-crab'
Deserves a quip;
{We'll launch one
Not so 'flirty'}
The lunar tides
Are curling high:
"Oh Ryan, you've
Turned 30 !!!!"
... and many, many happy returns
Just a random array of thoughts, opinions, and the occasional whimsical (or not quite so whimsical!) rambling...
6-24-2022: Happy B'day, Son !
Our 'Cancer-crab'
Deserves a quip;
{We'll launch one
Not so 'flirty'}
The lunar tides
Are curling high:
"Oh Ryan, you've
Turned 30 !!!!"
... and many, many happy returns
A cardinal preens in
The light water-spray;
Two hummingbirds join him,
And shortly, one
jay...
The sun rests on rubies,
Turning mauve-like, then gray...
Bats fly in stealth-mode
Before the dawn's fray.
Savannah smiles down at
What one time was
"up"
Has now slithered down...
Our once giddy
smiles
Have morphed into frowns...
Only the few folk
And this is why I sojourn
here
Alone and
palely loitering,
Though the sedge is
withered
From the lake,
And no birds
sing.
Does the above verse invoke images of a silent Spring?
Penned by the Romance poet John Keats ( as part of the
beautiful ballad “La Belle
Dame Sans Merci”), it was the evident inspiration for Rachel Carson when she
sought an appropriate title for her epic book, "Silent Spring", in
1962.
I well remember
selecting Carson's book for a book-report I put together in grade school...
Ukrainians are no doubt living through a
'Silent Spring' of their own this year, and one NOT of their own making...
... as regards
Ukraine: what a very sad sojourn this will be in the years to come
Was 'the story'
Worth printing
In light of the grief?
[The latter which followed,
To our disbelief...]