Yes I like this, Sue: vintage Sue!
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SallyE
on 4/11/03 4:54 pm, Sue Scalf at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Adirondack Swing
>
> The way purple streaks and slants,
> flambeaux ignite the orchard
> in sunset light,
> touch with gold the fruit
> fallen in the grass.
>
> Shadows portend winter night.
> Moving in the wind, two vacant seats
> face the lake; empty now the slats
> where our backs leaned.
>
> Grapes swag
> and droop upon the vine,
> apples mellow on the ground,
> the fulfillment of roses and of wine
> touch places where we dreamed,
> now autumn's funeral pyre.
>
> Winesap, grapes, falling leaves,
> all of these return again,
> hands that cannot meet reach yet.
> In the ashes there is stirring
> something green, perhaps a leaf.
>
> Sue Scalf
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