My husband's poetry

Category: Fall

  • Yellow leaf

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    Yellow leaf on branch tomorrow you will fall to ground by Sunday you will turn brown Monday’s squirrels will play in the rattle of your past the wind will chase you to the border of the woods where you may decompose in solitude 11-9-23

  • The beauty of dying

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    cfblack
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    floating leaves interrupt an illusion of heaven drowning in water’s reflection Autumn falling up reclines in blue Summer stripped of green fragile beauty revealed before it slips below the surface and is gone 11-9-23

  • Duty stations

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    cfblack
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    dawn prayers (sacred duty) vote in city by election (patriotic duty) rake leaves gathered in our yard (family duty) chicken with hot sauce (personal duty) 11-7-23

  • 1950s cold autumn rain

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    cfblack
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    black foldover buckles on yellow raincoat wear your hood or you’ll catch a cold black galoshes – tuck in your pants keeps them dry when you splash in puddles take it all off in the cloak room so they dry before noon rush home for lunch and Popeye on TV black foldover buckles…start all over,…

  • Autumn

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    cfblack
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    dry leaves beneath my feet sound like home “Albert, rake those leaves before you go anywhere.” 10-26-23

  • Hippocampus ears

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    cfblack
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    wood glows in the fire pit up and down the street as they prepare to dream neighbors’ lights go on and off lone oak leaf lands on my shoulder I hear my father’s voice say get up and go to bed 10-25-23

  • Autumn haiku

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    cfblack
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    yellow mixed with green leaves slowly die, nights grow long my jacket is zipped 10-20-23

  • Autumn morning

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    cfblack
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    blue sky floats upon still water red gold tree stands among the green crisp Autumn morning my friends enjoy the change I much prefer the heat of summer but cannot stop the roll of seasons small bird skims the pond sets reflections all a quiver energy dissipates to shore bird skims the water’s surface, again…

  • Autumn

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    cfblack
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    deep in the South leaves do not fear a killing frost they starve and whither from want of light the chill of northern winds I do not miss but Jacob’s many colored coat draped on morning’s shoulders would look nice 10-6-23