Snow Birds
The hardwoods
have turned
magical
with their robes of gold,
red and orange.
The apples glow.
The pumpkins
smile
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
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Another lovely poem to stir one’s senses!
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Thanks, glad you found it so.
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I’ve always loved reading and writing poetry – I’m enjoying the poetry that I find on my wanders through the blogging world, it’s so inspiring!
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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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