“This autumn, I would take the color | of that triumph, the bright praise of trees.” ~ Sonia Gernes, from “Golden”

Fall . . .

Autumn Waiting

~ Tom Hennen

Cold wind.
The day is waiting for winter
Without a sound.
Everything is waiting—
Broken-down cars in the dead weeds.
The weeds themselves.
Trees.
Even sunlight
Is in no hurry and stays
For a long time
On each cornstalk.
Blackbirds are silent
And sit in piles.
From a distance
They look like
Something
Spilled on the road.

 

                       

Music by Raphael Lake, “We are Golden”

 

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