Autumns Exit
The sun kicks back in it's winter recliner
Closer, but not as warm - like an insincere embrace
From a form only friend.
The dried leaves rattle across the dying grass
Like fiddler crabs playing end of season
solos
For an inattentive audience.
And Autumn darts in and out of my vision
Like a dying wasp, starving
but unwilling
to die.
©Herb Ratliff (11/14/2011) All right's reserved
There are several poetry blogs going that have weekly and bi-monthly posts going that poets can link into. It gets me writing about subjects I had not considered and nice feedback from other poets. You should consider one or two.
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem. Didn't know this about you but then it probably goes with fly fishing.