Monday, September 14, 2015

The Green Begins - a poem by Liam UiCearbhaill

Autumn has come early to California this year. Though the calendar claims that Summer still rules the hemisphere, the yellow leaves have begun to fall and the poison oak is bright red against the trunks of trees in the forest. I don't recall exactly when I wrote this poem, except that it was at this time of year when I was living in Sacramento (at least 15 years ago, probably closer to 18 years).


This poem is in the collection Poetry's Purpose

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The Green Begins


The Golden State is tarnished
As Autumn drops its leaves
And casts its ragged flotsam on the fields
The brown is overwhelming
It permeates my soul
As Summer Daze to Autumn Haze does yield
The Brown sets in

The dreariness of Autumn
With its light of smoky hue
Is prelude to the frigid days ahead
The daylight time is shortened
The nights grow ever long
As if the Earth itself prepares for bed
The Dark crowds in

Then raindrops from the heavens
Clean out the hazy air
And penetrate the litter of the Fall
The grass in Gaia’s bosom
Is tickled from its sleep
Its color is Her present to us all
The Green begins

Throughout the frigid Winter
With frost and rain and hail
The lushest grass and mosses can be seen
Their promise of the Springtime
And speech of life itself
Is spoken in their myriad shades of green
The Life Hope wins

Friday, September 4, 2015

A Poem for Willits - by Liam UiCearbhaill

This one isn't in my book because I just wrote it this morning!


A Poem for Willits

Imagine an entire town when the internet is down
Folks talking and laughing
While speaking face to face
Folks checking their phones
In a nervous sort of race
To see if the signal
Has finally come back on
While enjoying their friends
Who also don't have phones
Imagine us all with no electronic leash
Talking without interrupt
From impertinent rings and beeps
But wondering what we're missing
While cut off from the world
What customers are calling?
Have I lost touch with that girl?
Imagine a problem you can't look up on the web
Because the web is broken
Speculation reigns instead
Redundancy is missing
From our web-connected town
So when the thing is broken
ATM machines are down
And 911's not working
Just the Radio has news
And we can't even call them
To share what are our views
Imagine an entire town when the internet is down
Thank goodness it is back up today