With the fading light goes warmth.
On vacation for the winter.
Gone South
with the birds.
Instead of following the birds,
Follow the cat.
He knows the warmest spot
In the house.
gratitude for my cat who keeps my feet warm
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Dancing in Fall
The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bare branches
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and doing their wild dances…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
Thankful that the leaves in the country just blow away…
Landmark
Landmark
It’s a local landmark
in our front yard.
“Is that the building with the tree in the middle?”
they ask.
We nod and smile.
Only the old folks remember
it used to be a
fruit-stand.
Bleachers built
in a perfect hexagon
around the tree
for bushels of gleaming red
and glowing gold apples —
Jonathan Mcintosh
Cortland Winesap
Golden delicious
Yellow transparent.
Breathe deep
Smell the sweet
Hear the shouts of sisters
jumping down the bleachers
between the baskets–
our feet zing
and echo
on the wooden boards.
The years transform
the echo
into the whine
of brine trucks
speeding up the road.
When did I get old?
Gratitude for the old cottage that has come round to my life again…
the circle of life 