12.
i dream of rising waters after the storm
eyes open. the Appalachians sprout the season
wash colors down the valleys to the river
away
i dream of rising waters
13.
October is September scrubbed clean
in heavy rains
the wind coursed us here
to a cityscape glistening in bright decay
born out of fog someone reads as desperate
Tag Archives: September
Autumn 2023, no. 18
the rain
the rain
I would know September
without a calendar
by the foot pound
of dropping Rose of Sharon blooms
October-eve morning on the river (broken tanka)
fog off the water on a crisp AM:
a late September sunrise
oil paint orange, pink, and blue
my bed calls