Black-eyed Susans gossip in the gullies
between the road and corn
clouds in feather boas waltz
through pale silk skies, and cows head home
for milking, while
the hawk holds vigil on a fence post.
– Sarah Russell
Sorry. Gotta take a “me” moment in this month of celebrating mostly other people’s poetry. Poetry Breakfast is one of my favorite online journals, and they honored me by publishing one of my poems this morning. You can read it on their site along with other fine poems (and follow their site to get a poem for breakfast every morning) or read it here.
I lost summer somewhere
in the wildflowers, woke
to trees blushing at my disregard,
wind hurrying the clouds along.
I should have seen the signs.
I watched geese abandon their twigged
April nests, pin-feathered goslings
ripple ponds listless with July. Now they rise
gray against the gray sky, skeining south
before first snows.
I’ll stay here, I tell them. I’ll air out
cedared cardigans, chop carrots
for the soup tonight, cross
the threshold of the equinox,
try not to stumble.
First published in Poetry Breakfast