Grackles,
falling like a plague on my feeders,
feeding like locusts in a frenzy,
black leaves in autumn--here,
and then gone
Migration.
~Kathie Adams Brown
My blog of poems and art, for the poems want to live and the art wants to be seen.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
When Autumn was Delayed
I am ready for Autumn but,
it has been delayed,
after a brief tease of
cool nights
and crisp days
with the smoke of a wood fire
lingering in the night air
the sultry gray days of summer have returned
with mugginess, humidity, and mosquitoes
slugs slide across the lawn
a few gold tinted leave flutter to the damp ground
but everything hangs in this thick, soupy air
Waiting.
~Kathie Adams Brown (September 25, 2011)
it has been delayed,
after a brief tease of
cool nights
and crisp days
with the smoke of a wood fire
lingering in the night air
the sultry gray days of summer have returned
with mugginess, humidity, and mosquitoes
slugs slide across the lawn
a few gold tinted leave flutter to the damp ground
but everything hangs in this thick, soupy air
Waiting.
~Kathie Adams Brown (September 25, 2011)
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