Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Shaggy Fall

Shaggy fall fades
past flame, flutters
untidy across lawns,
flares against low sky.
Winter procrastinates.
Death wears gold, scarlet.
Life shows no hint of green,
pulses unseen from tap root.


  1. Wonderful poem of the season, Victoria. Winter procrastinates....but eventually comes, like death.

  2. pulses unseen from tap root.... unseen but pulsating nonetheless. Beautiful poem of winter, Victoria.

  3. I enjoy just hearing the words as I speak your poem, Victoria. That is a feast of itself. Fall is done yet winter procrastinates. What a unique perspecctive of the mingling of seasons.