30 Poems in 30 Days: Fundraiser for the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance

DAY 24   9:08 AM (0 minutes ago) LATE SEPTEMBER                              Susan Weitz A perfect summer arrived on the first of autumn with bulging bags of singsong breezes and a sweater of migratory birds. Maybe the beach was weary and sent its weather west. Chickadees turned their volume up, warbling like faulty church organs. Painted trees preened in the bay window. Carbonated air and angling geese reminded us, like librarians, that summer is overdue: There would be fines.     LOOKING UP AT THE NIGHT SKY . . .  DAPHNE SOLA   We used to see a vast number of stars winking light out of darkness  a canopy that moved from east to west covering the earth    our earth    but 'our' has gone    we now know much more  and thank science and its melee  of facts    all marvelous in their own right    for new concepts of stars, nebulae  and our, no, 'the' earth  briefly mourning the loss of    a previous importance  an illusion wrested away  that has left us    in a tenuous stan