It's New November

It's New November

The jonquils and daffodils are out in our Los Angeles garden, November 5, 2012

 

It’s new November and the sun is hot

 

unlike November bonfires in the days of yore.

 

When young we burned Guy Fawkes, but here the plot

 

of fertile soil God’s wisdom was conserving for

 

next spring. Then daffodils are autumn dreams,

 

peach blossoms shrivelled, grasses parched and barely grown,

 

and grandchildren search for some rushing stream

 

to lubricate their voice and flesh upon the bone.

 

 

I fear for living beings, fear for us

 

fiddling so carelessly while Rome about us burns;

 

no Vatican to lay the law or fuss

 

that God created man to reap just what he earns

 

 

and not a jot more, reaching to the stars,

 

where maybe once some greedy creatures ploughed their fields

 

and grabbing more, invented guns and czars

 

demanding more than what their good earth yearly yields.

 

 

I fear we see this hot November how

 

our greed has called the god of Balance out to cause

 

our springtime punishment, his barren vow

 

of summer plenty casting us to famine's hellish jaws.

 

Yours gloomily,

LRH in Los Angeles, CA

November 5, 2012

 

 

From: Gershon Hepner <gwhepner@yahoo.com>

 To: linda hepner <lrhepner@yahoo.com>

Sent: Monday, November 5, 2012 10:52 AM

 Subject: we boil at different degrees

 

 

WE BOIL AT DIFFERENT DEGREES

 

 

We boil at different degrees,

 

Clint Eastwood famously once said,

 

but ultimately we all freeze

 

before we die, and are brain dead.

 

 

The difference is due to pressure

 

in the air we breathe, and most

 

find air at their own level fresher

 

than what’s below, where they compost.

 

Clint Eastwood famously once stated what I quote in the first line.

 

Gershon Hepner, 11/5/12             #11794