Wednesday, October 5, 2011

October - a poem


Books litter the bed,

leaves the lawn. It

lightly rains. Fall has

come: unpatterned, in

the shedding leaves.

The maple trees ripen. Apples

come home crisp in bags.

This pear tastes good.

It rains lightly on the

random leaf patterns.

The nimbus is spread

above our island. Rain

lightly patters on un-

shed leaves. The books

of fall litter the bed

— James Schuyler (1923-1991)

photo by peacesojourneripen. Apples

on un-
shed leaves. The bo

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