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I riff flecked about thee August
Autumn Equinox 2024,
this polymath learned
fall Equinox will be Sunday,
September 22, 2024, at 8:43?AM,
in Northern Hemisphere
Eastern Daylight Time,
which spoiler alert thy
learned wordsmith (courtesy Google),
when (Our Sun) Welles
(exemplary Citizen Kane)
crosses celestial equator
i.e. (imaginary line in sheltering sky
above Earth's Equator
from north to south),
a barley detectable
quiet rye hit moment occurs.
Eyesore fissured gash – wide,
where survival of fittest futilely tried
to the max, videre licet (courtesy
badass foo fighting
beastie boys of Homo sapiens)
offended beholden hidebound
contractual obligation reneged
wedded bliss to the other,
alarming, blaring, and clanging
sounding Doomsday Clock,
where ambivalence unheeded
trebling cleft wound, where hide,
ding each betrothed nsync, didst guide
generic hominids shrugging
(Atlas sized fountain head)
scathing tragic misguided
exploitative testament,
where precious resources exploited
Homo sapiens railroading, snubbing,
and thumbing nose
despite flora and fauna espied
comprising vibrant biosphere
(figuratively) asper dead
serious portentous desperate
global abuse decried
as feeble effort ignoring
inevitable demise doth decide
dismissively mocking (bird
den some) prophesying,
whence creator cried
resplendent raiment
adorned playfully chide,
sans whirled, wide webbed biota
adorn terra firmae analogous,
quadrants expectant wedded bride
named Gaia, when
(dark and Stormy Dan
yells) Armageddon legatee - time ran
out for Homo sapiens meaning...
salvation to late for human
fate i.e. as does wrecking,
(falling on deaf ears) plea
as Mother Nature dost allied;
this observer awestruck,
knit tee, cuz field day, sans
grim reaper will
glory in field day
whar cross lovely bones
numb skulls pay fealty.
Festive gatherings of
apple cider and pumpkin pie,
a distinct golden jacketed
matted palette well nigh
paints arboreal swath, sans
quiet riot of brilliant
color, that doth belie
rampant terrestrial, unreal,
and venal degradation aye
temporarily turning a (third)
blind eye apathetically, blithely,
and conveniently shunting aside
empyrean découpage citadel
betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival
nine oh three post meridian
chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature,
one humble human doth
bid summer and his squandered life adieu
courtesy handy dandy blue's clue
flora and fauna begin
to prepare for hibernation.
Onset of harvest time witnesses
courtesy sweat of one's stern brow
he/she doth reap what they did sow.
Common type of implements utilized
when gathering in of crops
include small sickle, big sickle,
darat, gandasa and small axe et cetera.
The hand sickle is used to harvest crops
like wheat, maize, barley, pulses and grass etc.
Big sickle (Darat) used
to harvest fodder from trees
silent whoosh of sickle
signals harvest hew.
Already crisp cool mornings
sun kissed mine cheek
refreshing air wafts thru longish hair
(stylishly cut September 15th, 2024)
no longer trademark characteristic property
aging pencil neck geek
attends brief bathroom charge coffee
exotic brew (revise that to Kombucha)
jolted kidneys leak
urine not kidding water closet doth reek.
Especially third season upon us mortals
Montgomery county, Pennsylvania
said geographic real estate sloughs
(i.e. sheds) summer dog days
necessitating shuddered windows
disallowing natural aeration
to circulate thru unit B44
cozy one bedroom apartment.
I will stave off clicking on the heat,
as long as possible,
yet invariably come first frost
yours truly will renege
and surrender creature comfort,
albeit climate controlled temptation
similar when global warming
quite evident predicated upon
Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction.
Though ecology minded
quick acclimation to unseasonable
hot or cold temperatures
finds me adjusting thermostat dial
mainly to thwart palmar hyperhidrosis
regarding turning on air conditioning
during sweltering triple digit
(Fahrenheit) thermometer readings,
versus absent sweaty hands
courtesy old man winter arctic blast.
Ah... remembrance of wood burning
stove late papa lit,
to dispense chill pervading childhood home
324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm"
within national (local registry)
when Leiper family initially occupied estate
at that time (think early twentieth century)
merely intended as summer getaway.
This time of year finds me
to reminisce and wax poetic
nostalgia more pronounced,
particularly as aspiring wordsmith
orbitz the sun seemingly
with greater rapidity
twelve months cycling at light speed
ruminating, punctuating equilibrium,
and narrating mortality
accentuated when flora and fauna
exhibit metaphorical raiment
presaging Mother Nature's fall fashion show
linkedin with approaching senescence
prompting generic garden variety Homo sapien
to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid.
Gentrification impossible mission
thus thy lovely bones will subsequently
become repurposed into ashes
sprinkled hither and yon to and fro
across elysium fields
of childhood end's happy hunting grounds.
