[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 11:58:47 -0600

MEMPHIS IN NOVEMBER


A week ago the Gingko leaves
shone yellow through and through
it was as though their clarion glow
came of inner luminescence.
And now, this show of letting go.

Skies so blue they startle you,
no more the washed-out hues of summer,
as gusts of wind send leaves from trees
like bursts of joyous laughter. 
But in a week, maybe two, soon to ensue, 
all that comes after:
skeletal trees and the brown, brittle leaves
driven down city streets by bitter winds.
Everythings ends.

And then begins again.


Mike Geary
Memphis

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