Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Day One for Poetic Asides - do it now poem

Seasonal Shift

Leaves rattle dry.
First freeze holds off.
Harvest sits on shelves.
Garden vines hang empty.
Last summer green remains.
Death rides shotgun.
Tomorrow flickers uncertain.
Today I write today's words.


  1. Ah, we can only write today's and words...and hopefully tomorrow will take care of itself and bring its own words as well.

  2. Excellent description of autumn. I came and read some of these before but I guess I did not leave a comment yet. I really like the brevity of so many of your poems. You pack a lot into a few words.

  3. Wow! Amazing poem of the season with death riding shotgun. Love this!