Tree to Tree

PHOTO autumn leaves 99

In some way.
a blending.
tree to tree.
standing/falling.
heavy with rustle.
a pause.
my feet.
my eyes.
black the trunk.
bright yellow.
my singing.

 

Photo: eskipaper.com

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Perhaps August Doesn’t Know

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The humidity drowns out flowers,
the gem birds, the jewel songs – gone,
steamed vegetables – still growing,

Perhaps August has forgotten how
we suffer – breathing in the hot rain,
our garments sticking to their battles,

Then there’s a B&B in New Hampshire
that measures the temperature in
steaming cheddar biscuits eaten in A/C,

And at night, there is a down comforter
for each guest, and the hot water bill
goes through the roof every summer.

Perhaps August doesn’t know it’s winter
at Barthe & Bramble B&B, maybe we
just might stay ’til the leaves,

‘Til the first frost, when it’s safe
to come out, maybe we move in, maybe
we make ’em all three dog nights – this
summer’s end, this bubbling peach
cobbler season.

 

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