Passage (for Maxine, 1920 to 20002)
Another leaf falls, another blossom fades.
Soon the garden will be brown, wilted, weeds.
My thoughts turn inward, my eyes seek color
among pillows, rugs, the blaze of autumn fire.
A flash in the window. Yellow, orange, charcoal.
A leaf? A bird, berries in its beak? Rain and wind?
Sheltered, a single rose blooms beneath cedars.
I grab my coat, boots; color found in winter chill.
(I am the president of a local RV club affliated with the Elks. Our members
are rather elderly, so we expect some to pass away each year. But this
year, we have been hit especially hard, including several who could not be
described as elderly. Maxine was the last and among the brightest.)
Oct Michael Dean and poems for peace at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
*New* Wild/Eliot Hyperpoem at: http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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