Words tumble out of me. Some I manage to catch in the form of poetry.
Having cast off emerald garments Trees shamelessly flaunt their nakedness Swaying in the ever colder winds Of November Imparting scanty warmth to upturned faces and Golden kisses upon Queen Anne’s Lace Slanted sunlight throws the long shadows Of November Standing as sentry at field’s edges Lone cornstalks mourn fallen comrades Twisted and mangled on the […]
Excuse me Mr. Pumpkin, I couldn’t help but see How flawless is your rind As orange as can be And now I really must tell you Though slightly shy to say Please don’t take this wrong It’s a compliment I’ll pay My intentions are truly genuine I mean no hurt or harm When I say
Along road edges and throughout fallow fields By the hundreds you see them The spicy mustard color of Goldenrods. One’s first reaction to seeing them Is to gasp at the spectacle, so Overwhelming is the color of Goldenrods What once possessed just various shades of green Now have the tones of sunshine That deep summer
