Autumn in the wings

Tomorrow is the first day of autumn 2011. It was cool enough today in the heartland to work in the yard. Although two and a half hours' work on a two-acre homeplace would be hard to spot by anyone else, I know--and my body feels it--what I accomplished. Here are some unpublished, September-generated poems from years gone by.

new eyeglasses
receding sky-dot a crow
not a floater
~~~ (1997)

five years today
of living in this town
feel I now belong
~~~ (2001)

three days
into autumn
55 degrees
~~~ (2001)

black and yellow
butterfly feeding
on orange lantana
~~~ (2008)

the 90-year-old
choosing mint-julep blue
for her new carpet
~~~ (2002)

a small patch
of green grass around
the watered dogwood
~~~ (2000)

pear parings
back to the earth
feast for bees and gnats
~~~ (1997)

night bugs
observe rests, too,
during their songs
~~~ (2006)

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