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With facts and logic, we can know things to a reasonable certainty. But poetry occasionally shelters hints and intuitions of unimaginable events to come.
Written on December 23, 2024, does an aura of premonition haunt Sheryl Turner’s “Eaton Canyon Seasons?”
Eaton Canyon Seasons
We crackled our way through the dry fall leaves,
The honey-colored dog and I,
She looking for squirrels to chase,
I for coyotes to avoid.
Marveling at wispy, kite-tail clouds,
I smoke cigarette after cigarette,
Wondering how I could have so
Misjudged the length of summer.
— Sheryl Turner
Sheryl Turner is Local News Pasadena’s Publisher and Pasadena Media Foundation’s Founder and President. When not saving local news, she devotes her spare time to finding the best meatloaf in town.
Local News Pasadena (LNP) publishes poems grounded in current news events from the greater Pasadena, California area. Submit your own poetry here.
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