Deer walk upon these mountains too.I look at political events and see a similar browning of California and a governor who garlands himself in green rather than red or orange. From where will come the promise of the next turning? While the world is browning it seems the Green Party of California is intent upon fulfilling the prediction of irrelevancy.
Sere and brown in the early autumn sun,
Waiting for the spark, a conflagration
Racing up slope, opening hard-shelled seeds
Before an early winter rain brings back that
Life which we watched slowly fade in May.
The winter solstice passed and days will lengthen
Slowly into spring. Resurgent fluids flow up the veins of
Old oaks and blue-eyed grasses. Feeling the warming sun
Ancient peoples garlanded themselves in reds and oranges.
Come again, summer, with your hot dry winds.
Bring back the times when the sun sets late behind
Dark mountains and lingering fogs cool the slopes unto the sea.
I will sit and dream of seasons past and wait for the next turning.
The only signs that good will come from the upcoming General Assembly arise from the fact that the SF Green Party local has organized an alternative experience, something to do while entranched power blocks try to be proven winners rather than act to sustain the party. If this is to be a battle until death, then the death will be that of the party and we will be looking at a brownfields landscape.