{"id":12884,"date":"2023-10-28T06:39:00","date_gmt":"2023-10-28T13:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=12884"},"modified":"2023-11-02T14:31:51","modified_gmt":"2023-11-02T21:31:51","slug":"seasonal-considerations-in-14-stanzas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/seasonal-considerations-in-14-stanzas\/","title":{"rendered":"Seasonal Considerations in 14 Stanzas"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seasonal Considerations in 14 Stanzas<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Christine Renaudin<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yesterday\u2019s rain was announced,
yet came as a surprise,
we\u2019ve grown so used to dreading drought and fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yesterday\u2019s rain was a gift
early for the wet season,
tardy for the thirsty and parched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

Yesterday\u2019s rain relieved anxieties,
expectations, released myriads of winged
insects dancing in today\u2019s afternoon sunlight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Some are termites, I think, roused by the premature sprinkle.
They flutter aimlessly as if lost in the midst of dream.
In two hours, I hear, their wings will fall and drop them home to thrive or die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yesterday\u2019s rain took us inside
trading shade for shelter
to share a Sunday lunch with friends.

Today the sun glistens over puddles,
the air feels clean, cobwebs glitter,
alive with earthy fragrances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Breath deepens, heart quickens,
there is a bounce in the season:
I want to catch its tune.

Soon the grass will grow green again
before the first frosty mornings,
as usual I wish for a drizzle on my birthday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside, a child wonders,
tracing California with a finger on a blue rug:
\u201cthe world does not fit on a rug.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too many maps crowding Wikipedia
telling stories of migrations
\u2014atoms, animals, tectonic plates, people\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over centuries and beyond
six thousand years old for some,
several billion years for many, many, most others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The world is worth a million maps before one rug is born
out of the weaver\u2019s hand or the machine that replaced it,\u201d
the child pursues aloud within mother\u2019s earshot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My child has grown, she thinks,
like grass on October Sundays
between new and full moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I see the fruit of the buckeye dangling like tiny lanterns in the dusky sky;
soon persimmons will hang round and orange in naked branches,
like ornaments out of season glowing through morning fog or against bright blue skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Christine Renaudin\u2019s<\/strong> writing has been featured in several of The Write Spot\u2019s Sparks<\/a>, as well as in The Write Spot anthologies<\/a>:  \u201cDiscoveries,\u201d and \u201cMusings and Ravings From a Pandemic Year,\u201d  available at your local bookseller and on Amazon (print and as an e-reader).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Christine lives, writes, and paints in Petaluma, CA. She is also a dancer. Her most recent performances in 2022 include Sunset in Spring<\/em> (Fort Bragg, May 2022), The Slow Show<\/em> (San Francisco, September 2022), Run, Or Don\u2019t <\/em>(San Francisco, April 2023).An avid practitioner of Contact Improvisation<\/a>, she facilitates the monthly We<\/a>st Marin Contact Improvisation Jam<\/a> at The Dance Palace in Point Reyes Station. She loves to see these various practices interact and inform her art-making process.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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