Day: November 14, 2021

Today we were gifted
The first painting of snow
The artist did not overdue it 
With oil, but left it light
Almost as if shading
The ground was covered
But the sun was active, too
Slowly the beautiful white
Vanished from the limbs
Of the evergreens and 
The lawn covered with some
Leaves came to look like
It did yesterday when everyone
Doubted the prediction
Daylight savings adjustments
Affect our outlook this time of 
Year as we wonder if it should
Be darker earlier or lighter later
Soon it will be dark earlier and later
We will adjust and as we receive
More and more of nature’s dustings
We will remember the rush we
Had when we witnessed the first
Life goes on and we go on many
Times not really knowing where
We become reactionary and in
The process think of something
We forgot which now seems 
Important and we chase after it
Subdue it and return feeling empty
Everything will not be spontaneous
It is wise to plan to some degree
There are many things to do and
Just as nature does not forget snow
We should not overlook important
Deeds we accepted to do such as
Taking care of those on the fringes
When we do this we can accept the
Frost, the flowers and the fury of the sea
Life will be meaningful and we will
Be looking forward to each today and
Tomorrow with eagerness 

Stanski
November 14, 2021 ^

The more we learn and
Try to understand the ways
Of the Creator and his Son,
The more insignificant we
Seem to become.  The
One who came to die on the
Cross for the sins of the humble
Or magnificent we realize
We can do nothing close
To His good works
He forgives while we hold
Anger.  He encourages while
We point out fault
We reflect on life and death
Remembering those gone before
I feel I represent them and 
Look for all the goodness in
Them that I can remember
Then try to imitate and then
Meditate and give thanks for 
All the forgiveness given to me

Stanski
November 14, 2021 ^

As the second-century A.D. skeptic 
philosopher Sextus Empricus noted, 
eventually the truth emerges, 
and cosmic justice is rendered: 
“The millstones of the gods grind late, 
but they grind fine.”

We are reminded by Victor Davis Hanson
Re-presented by Stanski
November 14, 2021

CINQUAIN POEM 
Hit-man
Ends people’s lives
Works solo at his job
Is a very clever marksman
Killer 

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski
November14, 2021

I think about fall
A beautiful season
Colors distinct to every tree 
   fills the eyes with almost more 
      than they can bear
The Tamaracks are especially beautiful
   going from evergreen to light yellow,  
      yellow, dark yellow, golden and brown
         before dropping their needles to the ground

Folks think of Vermont and the 
   falling leaves of the Sycamore 
Football hopes are still there for some
Others have a “wait until next year” attitude
We see happiness and letdown 
   when we take the time to see
Chores that have been waiting 
   come to mind again halfway through 
      this lovely autumn

Halloween is over and a chill runs through us
Where has all the time gone and what have I done with it
It is still early November and what I hope is moonlight 
   turns out to be the first snow of this year 
      not counting of course January, February, March and April
There are those beautiful leaves and needles to clear
Painting will have to wait until the next whenever
Mowing and trimming, how foolish we are
What would we give for more time?

Snowbirds have gone, Thanksgiving is near and 
   we miss them, are saddened and feel isolated
Soon, heavy coats and boots will be the fashion
We will fall into a rhythm we can bear and 
   sunshine will be a sort of savior
Lifted up by a new beauty we begin a new march 
   Songbirds, forgotten, replaced soon by the music of Christmas
We will be moved with compassion to help those on the bottom
Beauty found in places we have forgotten

All is not lost, there is little distance between these emotions

Stanski
November 14, 2021 ^

ABIDING
There is no blame
There is no shame
But all the same
So natural, to play the game
Sometimes sad
Health so bad
No one glad
Was not a fad
When I review
Everyone knew
That we were true
We even grew
Expect revision
Justifiable decision
Life newly arisen 
Release from prison
Too many miles
False smiles
Denials
Trials
Truth remains, too
Light conquers blue
Stories of rue 
Coming from who
No more tension
Invention
Retaliation
With intention
All will be good
As it should
Knock on wood
That we could
We sighed
Also tried
Often cried
Accepted that 
It was over
We shall abide

Stanski
November 14, 2021 ^