Here in a northwest November
south storm winds rattle warm
through still-turning trees.
Persimmons and pumpkins glow
like autumn suns.
It's mushroom weather, slug weather:
too wet for yardwork, too warm for winter's
season of putting tools away.
Strange second-summer growth
of mad geraniums. Grass, dead
all through sunny August, flourishes
under lowering leaden skies.
Lawnmower sounds fill the daylight hours.
Only the peony acknowledges winter,
leaves collapsing, giraffe-yellow
with brown spots.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Mushroom Weather
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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lovely
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