POST 121: winter solstice, back to cold, non-duality, having fun

by Carol Bass


A chorus line of summer irises
their final bows
over the stone wall

Green and dying yellow
long leafy orgasmic patterns
would inspire DeKooning

Betsy told me yesterday
her 100 yr. old mother
died in her rocking chair
eating grapes

cold and unmoving
same as those irises

sweet soft bundle
of love and beauty

Hospice has been called
for the last
of the kale
in the back row

still worth a gather
if anyone could remember
to make the icy venture out

We could concoct our
one last green sulfur smoothie

That south in my bones
is grumpy
Don’t take well
to such long cold and
death before dying
That big one seems all enough