The world has turned from red to pumpkin
pumpkin colored sky upon the birch
pumpkin colored road, all crunchy
pumpkin colored carriage whisking children back to school
pumpkin colored world
made so by the magic wand
of the sun
who offers this last bold act
of color
before we open
into the long
winter night
of white.
Kelly Salasin, October 09
The world out my writing window is almost too lovely to bear
with rosy ground foliage
& alighted yellows,
burnt oranges
and wet stone,
trunk of tree
and batten board,
and last and never least,
the evergreen.
Kelly Salasin
“Mom, when I grow up, I want to get really fast wifi.”
The ground is encrusted in ice this morning
while the pond is liquid still
reminding me that
in my dreams
I was frolicking
in lovely, temperate waters
that suddenly
began to swell.
Alarmed, I made my way toward the bank
and just as I lifted myself out
what was once fluid, grew as solid
as the earth.
I look past the garden’s destruction
to Autumn’s colors parading up my road
bright reds and fiery oranges calling
Look up! Look up!
I want to look down,
Mourning the passing of summer
But the colors clamor,
Look up! Look up!
Gifts are on the horizon
Autumn’s turning in
Is the medicine I need
Kelly Salasin, 2008
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