Winter Solstice



Baut Images: Sudden Snow


Sudden snow.
A pause.
An inhalation.
Waiting.
Watching.
The planet stirs.
Solar storm warning.

Winter Solstice.
Ice knives fly.
Too late.
No cover.
Homeland insecurity.
Fear merchants.
No recompense for the rich.

Sudden snow.
A pause.
An exhalation.
St. Vitus dances.
Bankers leap from windows.
Jeremiah reads Lamentations.
The city lays deserted.

Roger Allen Baut

I Remember Autumn

[Baut Images: Angel in the Sky]

I remember Autumn, as a child.
Smoky scents on a crisping breeze.
Images of baked potatoes.
Frost.

Clear blue skies.
A hazy amber afternoon sun setting.
School children.
Cornstalks.

I was a child then.
A potential.
Dreaming.
Dreaming still.

But, the child is now locked inside,
And away from those Halcyon Days
Of golden September and October;
When we laughed, and ran, in the pumpkin patch.

I remember Autumn, as I am today.

 ©2011 Roger Allen Baut

Who will Mourn for America?

[Baut Images: Liberty Forsaken]



Who will mourn for America?

Who will take the time to contemplate

All she's been in the past?

Her freedoms, lands and opportunities,

That made her a diamond amongst lands.

Who will mourn for America?

Who will think to consider

Her Bill of Rights and Constitution?

Written from the needs of a people,

Who refused taxation from a crown.

Who will mourn for America?

Who will remember her greatness

And Lady Liberty with torch held high?

Who welcomed the many, to a land

Of vast plains, great lakes, and opportunity.

Who will mourn for America?

Who can, even now, see the blight,

That has descended upon her lands?

The taint of greed, lust for power and wealth,

Has infected her from heart to hand.

I will mourn for America!

I will spend time at her shrine,

Reflecting on the promise of hope for all peoples!

Burning pine and white sage on her altars,

And casting the ashes, on her oil soaked sands.

Roger Allen Baut

"...Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line, know what any of it is worth...

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view,

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too..."