Wednesday, November 28, 2007

It's really November?

There are few things

Sunnier

than a gorgeous, open-blue sky day

and a small person running
to find

the last leaves
creaking on the trees.

(mittens fly in abandon)

2 comments:

womaninawindow said...

OK Now I'm getting obnoxious reading all your stuff and loving this, loving your words and images and rumbling for fall. WAT? Come on. It's barely spring. But ya, ohh, fall. Ok Enough of this. I'll come back and read more another time. Gonna go and watch my husband kick the ball around with our kids and all the neighbourhood kids, too.

Ray said...

Beautiful. I enjoy the crispness and the subtle energy in your poems. I look forward to reading more.