Poem: September’s Evening Green

September 25, 2018

In tonight’s twilight the garden before me

wears its greenest September green, and bears

melons, tomatoes, apples, beans, and I live

through each root

through each stem and leaf

right up to the sky

chorused by crickets, cicadas,

toads and frogs.

A full symphony

buoys me up, up, up

and I’ll keep this picture close

though withering will come,

though ice and bleak

are neighbors to this season.

For now, right now, Summer

is still here

in her greenest, greenest, green.

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