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It’s a beauteous evening musky and warm

cormorant on tree at sunset
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Clouds frill fine tentacles; climb like jellyfish
Up the autumn sky; cormorant’s black silhouette
Poised to plunge stands on protruding rocks
Lake bass unconcerned tips and flashes
Bangs out giant ripples; leaves on slow roll-out—
Dash of red, rind of orange, but mainly stubborn
green and dry brown, while cricket drills
A non-stop rush to find his mate
Damp grass and cattails filter
Walkers crunch on gravel paths
Short-sleeved tees enough today
Horizon sky slings gray; a silky breeze stirs
First blue sky smiles in weeks suck off election stress
Cheeks curl cool; the season when dark drops fast.


Poetry

Autumn

dirt road cover by dried leaves
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Speak to me of autumn
Says she to me
But what is autumn without you?
You are autumn to me.


You are the leaves bright red and golden
that lace my life together.
You are flannel shirts
And drives deep into New England country where we
Discover together
Covered bridges and
Mountain peaks
apples and
Phantom Farm Pie.
You are cozy nights watching Dracula
Over and again
Nestling before candles in twilight.


You are the arms that wrap me tight at night as
Summer churns into Fall
and I tumble into dreams
kept safe by your touch.


You are the autumn sky
Close
and beautiful


Yes, of course, you left at the end of autumn
As you arrived at the beginning
You are a Libra
Balancing life as only you would.


You passed on from this cacophony of ills
midst a heavy blanket of orange and golden leaves
you watched fall outside of our window.
Leaves would not fall without you now
but your spirit inspires them to continue their journey
otherwise
Autumn would come to a stop,
Of this I am sure
It would all come to a jarring stop
For there would be no sense whatsoever


Without you
in this world.


Your last journey up our stairs
Wheelchair carried by two laboring medics
Lifts you through the leaves
The thick bright red leaves fall around you
Your face weakly radiant
Happy to be home where you have come back to die
You look up and me and smile
I peek at you
barely,
Unable to assemble what has led us to this place.


Never shall I release you
As I walk among the leaves
I see you in them everywhere
My Autumn
My Love of Autumn
My Love.

Poetry

Airborne

Airborne

for Gary

L. Dewender

Life on a page,

Without flesh—

Paper in the wind

The meat and marrow

of a man

The right word

For a man

Aloft and soaring

Whole sentences rain down

Upon faces that gaze

What wind?

What tense?

It was all silver glints

In sunbaked skies

It was shimmers and rolls

And fire in the belly

It was wise.

It is stilted and bereft

Looking for the word

For a man

Afloat

On course

And missed.

Such heart for it all

He captured and caught

Tamed on a page

With words

Or without

Glossy or matte

A moment in life

For eyes and hearts

For all time

Flying Dutchman of the sky

With your visceral lens

Now gone past the borders

And the great melding place

You leave us your colors

In the warm of this space

Where we, in our grief

Remember your grace

Featured Posting, Poetry

TWISTED

Joe L's photo-editted

THE TORN, TATTERED AMERICAN FLAG LIES ON MY

NEIGHBOR’S  DECK NEXT TO THE TWISTED SECTIONS OF

METAL THAT ONCE WERE HIS GUTTER.

 

TORRENTS OF WATER GUSHED THRU THE ROOF, THE  STEADY

DRIPPING OF  WHICH I CAN STILL HEAR BETWEEN THE

SHEETROCK AND STUDS.

 

PEEKING THRU THE REMNANTS OF RIPPED

ROOFING SHINGLES , ARE THE RAFTERS AND JOISTS, EXPOSED

TO A SUN AND SKY THEY NEVER SAW BEFORE.

 

THE REAR ROOF,  RISING FOUR FEET UP THE RIDGE LINE,

WAS TORN OFF FROM  ONE END OF THE HOME TO THE OTHER.

 

AROUND THE CORNER, CARS  LAY CRUSHED BY TREES THAT

HAD STOOD PROUD  FOR  GENERATIONS,  NOW RENT UP BY

THE ROOTS AND LAY LIKE FALLEN  SOLDIERS ON A

BATTLEFIELD.

 

THE MUSTY ODOR OF MUD, DUST, WATER AND ROOTS SMELLS

DIFFERENT FROM  ANYTHING I HAVE  INHALED –

AND LINGERS IN  MY LUNGS.

 

OUR LANDSCAPE AND  OUR HOMES  HAVE BEEN

TRANSFORMED  INTO SOMETHING THAT IS SURREAL AND

UNRECOGNIZABLE.

 

THE BEWILDERMENT AND REALIZATION THAT A TORNADO

CAN CAUSE SUCH DEVASTATION –  IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE —

UNTIL ONE IS WITNESS TO IT.

 

BUT JUST AS MY NEIGHBOR RAISES THE AMERICAN FLAG AND

SECURES IT IN THE BRACKET — SO WILL OUR TOWN RISE AND

RESTORE ITSELF,

STRONGER THAN BEFORE.