Honest Labor

 -------Honest Labor------- 

Truth

is the Land

 

Our work

by hand

 

Will keep us

fed

and honest.

 

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Preminiscense

 

-------Preminiscense-------

 

Snow-peaked 

in sunlight

 

The mountains 

 

Look 

like Winter

 

From here

down where

 

The leaves

are changing

 

Colors

 

Still

in Autumn.

 

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Growing Darkness

-------Growing Darkness------- 

The full 

moon

of middle autumn

 

Brings

a cold

that ripens

 

The fruit 

on vines

upon the earth

 

Turning

gold

with darkness.

 

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We Are the Land

 -------We Are the Land------- 

Rye seeds 

sown

and harrowed in

 

Soon

will grow

to cover

 

And feed the Land

through spring

til summer

 

Calls 

for us

to harvest

 

The seed, the grain

to bread

we nourish

 

This body

that 

we share.

 

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Long Live

-------Long Live------- 

Turning compost

in the mid of Autumn

I am warmed by work

and the time to witness

the lines I've been taught

rebend

 

As life meanders,

circles and breathes

around

what some

call dying

 

In this pile

returning

the leaves of us

back to

the earth

we come from.

 

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West Bank

 -------West Bank------- 

The sun sets 

in red these days

with fires 

to the west

 

Some burning

from deaths destruction,

but some

that other flame

 

That regenerates 

the forest

with the seeds

of martyrs' names.

 

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Threads

 -------Threads------- 

Vinca vines

crawl to cover 

the soil 

when it 

is bare

 

Akin 

a sweater 

is thread to welcome 

the early 

autumn air.

 

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