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Solstice Properties

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Solstice Properties


Stonehenge is a solstice


As is Newgrange,

Machu Pichu,

And anywhere there is

A sacred pointer for

The movement

Of the sun


Earth will now start

To tip the other way,

Technically; we enter

The winter-half

Of the year

While officially (as we are

official to ourselves),

Summertime has only



I guess I’ve

Thought about this

Quandary for a while

And wondered about

Other people’s

Calendars—after all,

Shouldn’t this be the

Halfway point of

Summer?  And do we not

In certain ways and places

Call these days

Midsummer?  The mix

Of math and culture in me

Doesn’t understand


But it’s official,

And I hope this is a

Pleasant season for you;

We certainly need one

And the next season

Could be pleasant,

Too, for all our weariness,

For those who have



C L Couch



Photo by Adrien Aletti on Unsplash

Ottawa, ON, Canada



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The flowers

They are ending, I suppose

The ones of summer,

While chrysanthemums

Are having their time outside,

This time

Their time

And we pause and pause

Maybe because it’s raining

Or it’s cold for the first

Time in a while

I’m speaking to where I live,

Which is in eastern Pennsylvania

In the middle of the

MidAtlantic, USA

Wherever you might be,

It’s fall up north

And spring down south where

The flowers that are dying

Here would rather be

So that their color

And their smoother shapes

Might go on,

Though I imagine in a relentless season

There would be end to

Flowers, anyway


Here, the chrysanthemums

Shall have their way

For a while


C L Couch



Photo by Nadiya Ploschenko on Unsplash


today’s mood


Field Manual for Seasons

Field Manual for Seasons


Blue peeks through

Green netting

On a midsummer day

Maybe it’s high summer, now

A timetable is needed

Not for tides

But for the broader reaches

Of the seasons


Something to say

These are dog days

Tell the dogs, they’ll want to know

When are cat days?

Silly humans, cats say,

Every day

Give dogs a few


It could also be a time

For field mice

Chipmunks, squirrels

All creatures seem to know

The seasons,

When to bury food

When to look for it again


C L Couch



Photo by Jonnelle Yankovich on Unsplash

Chassell, MI, USA

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I’d like to live in sunshine

I’d need some shade

Maybe water in the distance

Perhaps a chair and a small table

While I’m ordering

I shouldn’t forget the breeze

That would be an easy place

Oh, all the time


I’m imagining

My situation next

To a tall tree

From which, you know,

All the shade has come

Did you get that, angels?

I know you have important work

To do

Are you ever on a break?


Maybe between assignments, you could

Swing (should I say wing?) my way

Toward what really are

Small miracles

Even though they’d make a world

For me,

Any company—

So I’ll need more chairs


C L Couch



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reminds me of the character of the seraphim in Madeleine L’Engle’s Time Quartet


Today’s Apology

Today’s Apology


Sorry, I come to this tardily


In the morning, I was at

The doctor’s

And came away, which I guess

Is something

Then I wandered for a while

Stopped at the store

Wandered again

It is bright summer


Because there’s air-conditioning

In my car,

I have no complaints

How are you?


C L Couch



Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash





It’s a beautiful day

Sometimes, I guess, that’s it


Everything allies to make it


Bright blue sky, punctuated with

Big balls of cloud

Yellow light is playing on

Green branches

The brown trunks look gussied up

For square dancing

With their partners

Once the night has fallen

And there are no humans watching


James Weldon Johnson might approve

It’s a day for Aesop

Or for Tolkien

Mary Oliver

Or Gerald May

Or anyone who has a porch

With chairs and a pitcher

Of the family favorite

(we won’t judge)

At night in June

There should be fireflies


And we’re allowed to watch them dance

While other things are secret

(see above)


C L Couch



Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

Adelhausen, Rheinfelden (Baden), Germany


The Irony of Summer

The Irony of Summer


After the first official day

In late June,

The daytime will be

Narrowing toward winter


My child mind

Thought the long days

Could not end, and might

We have some more, please?

And we did


My grown-up mind

Is, however, taxed

Imposing accuracy and will

Since the longer light of summer

Will go more briefly

To each sunset


C L Couch



Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain


All Things Bright

All Things Bright


To be prosaic about it, today is

the definition of a summer


It’s hot (eighties), and it’s


The sky is pale blue, and scattered clouds

(cumulo-cirrus?) are flying high;

there is a faint breeze.


Just right for children

to be outside


Riding bikes, hanging out with friends

at the Soldiers and Sailors


Walking to the community pool

with sponsors,

swimming in the pool,

taking a breath

between adventures.


C L Couch



George Hodan


Day 181

Day 181


It’s Friday afternoon

Day 180’s passing

And so the children should be

Out of school for summer

Last rides in yellow buses

For a while


They can populate the stores

For a time

And visit in each residence

Pets should be happier

For the company

And lemonade or something like

Becomes a commodity


I don’t mean to say

It’s all sugary

Some will need work,

Too many will go hungry

There will be

Pain from separations of all kinds


But some will take trips

They will enjoy

And though not expressed,

Wear a new kind of gratitude


As a child,

My summers weren’t idyllic

But I couldn’t help from time to time

First relief, then

Reveling in freedom


C L Couch



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