Nice, tho I am usually suspicious of that word, but I do like the simplicity here that all bodes a finality. And it is nice to have a re-familiarity with what is getting defamiliarized at a rapid rate. Here in San Franciso it was up in the 70's around ten in the evening. Then seeming 'more hotter' when I woke at 2am. It made me scared for the fate of my grandchildren - that mid 21st century heat is going to scorch & change the character of much of what constitutes living. A Sahara on bod and pysche. My, your poem, Doug, got me going!
Stephen V
--- On Wed, 10/26/11, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: snap
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Date: Wednesday, October 26, 2011, 2:31 PM
The gradualness of the fading, Doug, feels very real to me. The choice of
images helps with diminishing power the season shifts. Lovely. Thank you!
On Wed, Oct 26, 2011 at 2:22 PM, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> late fall snap
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> the last leaves shiver
> in the wind
> thin branches &
> these shadows stark
> against a light blue sky
> sun already lower
> above the river valley
> its light less warm each day
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> Douglas Barbour
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> Why poetry? And why not, I asked,
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