September’s grasshopper launches himself
from his covert in some thatch
faded tattered percussive wings
rasping out his flight.
from his covert in some thatch
faded tattered percussive wings
rasping out his flight.
Chickadees swoop in
at the bird feeder outside my window
one at a time, with metronomic precision
seize a seed like Labor Day-frenzied shoppers,
then swoop off to let the next one in
exactly not like Labor Day-frenzied shoppers.
at the bird feeder outside my window
one at a time, with metronomic precision
seize a seed like Labor Day-frenzied shoppers,
then swoop off to let the next one in
exactly not like Labor Day-frenzied shoppers.
A few hours ago
I congratulated myself
sighing out my satisfaction
on the crisp coolness of the day
although I certainly had no hand in it.
I congratulated myself
sighing out my satisfaction
on the crisp coolness of the day
although I certainly had no hand in it.
And now glittering on the grass I see
six yellow leaves
that have already smirked the news
that autumn approaches.
six yellow leaves
that have already smirked the news
that autumn approaches.
Damn.
--L. B. S., September 1, 2017
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