Those trees are wearing
mighty fancy dresses
as they sway to their
slumberous rhythm.
My summer was torpor
and sweat running
between middle-aged breasts.
I waited without patience
for the zing of cool
(which just now as I
write this makes me think
of Greatnanny’s Noxzema).
This morning I shivered
and felt a great awakening
readiness stir within me.
But those trees,
tarted up like ladies
on a street corner,
say your money
isn’t good here –
we’re ready for bed.
mighty fancy dresses
as they sway to their
slumberous rhythm.
My summer was torpor
and sweat running
between middle-aged breasts.
I waited without patience
for the zing of cool
(which just now as I
write this makes me think
of Greatnanny’s Noxzema).
This morning I shivered
and felt a great awakening
readiness stir within me.
But those trees,
tarted up like ladies
on a street corner,
say your money
isn’t good here –
we’re ready for bed.
DWR 9/26/12
What a great poem! Thinking of the trees as being 'ready for bed' is a great metaphor. And I really enjoyed the images. For a minute, I thought you'd taken up watercolor painting -- which you did, in a way. Very appealing.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could paint like that! But yes, the app is a lot of fun. Glad you liked the poem!
DeleteFall - my grandmother always said, "is God's coloring book" <3
ReplyDeleteYes! It's been so gorgeous around here!
DeleteBeautiful. Even with the watercolor app, our trees would just look brown.
ReplyDeleteBut you have a lot of other lovely color!
DeleteGreat photos and a most interesting poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteColor is rare here so I can only enjoy it in pictures.
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