Snow Birds


Snow Birds

The hardwoods
have turned
with their robes of gold,
red and orange.
The apples glow.

The pumpkins
and flicker like ghouls
as the children settle
into desks at school.

Wood smoke whirls
with scented wisps
of smoked fish and brisket
barbecue. The sky
is full of geese and teal
skedaddling south
with a dirge I’ve heard
for sixty years.

Richard Rensberry, The Grumpy Poet

4 thoughts on “Snow Birds

  1. Opinionated Man November 11, 2016 / 4:54 pm

    Reblogged this on HarsH ReaLiTy and commented:
    Check out Richard’s blog and also the many books of poetry he has written! Also take a look at his wife’s blog as well! 🙂 -OM
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