New England Autumn Suite

 

September

The first gash of red

in a forest deeply green —

again we’re surprised.

 

October

Tripping through the woods,

wading through candy wrappers —

psychedelic, man.

 

November

Summer’s memory —

bare branches haunted and grey.

No more pretending.

 

December

Feeble squibs of light,

beech leaves rattle in the wind.

Will it never snow?

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

November 2015

 

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