On this fourth day of NaPoWriMo I felt compelled to nod to Maya Angelou (it would have been her 90th birthday) and to acknowledge the atrocious assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (50 years ago). I decided to write a Golden Shovel poem using three lines from Maya Angelou’s poem “Abundant Faith.”
These times of born again fear Remind us that justice is not Yet available for all. We’ve Witnessed brutality as our brothers come Under fire—happens to our sisters too. Hasn’t this gone too far? Fifty years ago Dr. King reminded us to Persevere, “We aren’t going to let dogs or water hoses turn Us around.” We shall not wallow in despair. We must go back To that Dream. We Must go back to the truths that are Self-evident. It is time for equity. We shall walk together, not Alone. Free and empowered—no longer afraid. Brothers and sisters, your lives matter and It is time to join hands as we Sing together, work together, pray together. We shall hear freedom ring and see love overcome.
Autumn approaches, kind and Just Throwing hints of its arrival— aloof, cat-like— Prowling and batting frost through the passing moons, But by day, hiding, napping, and Basking in brightness, allowing heat like a season of summer suns. Leaves shed their green With Emerald subsiding to olive before the Tawny, coppery shades show with certainty. Dried and crumbled memories fall off of Branches, covering the earth with umber tides. Though the equinox expresses endings, you, Iris, are Just Standing there, a September bloom, proud-like. You remind me to harbor my hopes— Inward singing for eventual springing— Iris, surrounded by delicate falls, your standards held high. The world tries to remind you that summer is settled, but Still Here you are, Iris, regal and resplendent. I’ll Remember watching you, Iris—brave, beautiful rebel—rise.