The first truly wintry winds blew along the banks of the Mohawk River today, here in Schenectady, New York. The chill reminded me that I’m not quite ready to see autumn go, and not quite ready to put on my holiday face, despite the joyous moments that are sure to happen around a Thanksgiving feast, just three days from now. Andrew Riutta and Matt Morden seem to reflect my own spirits in the poems below.
the old days . . .
autumn colors
black and white
instant coffee
a stirring of leaves
in the courtyard
holding my own . . .
autumn colors
let go
leafless trees—
an old man stares at himself
in the river
how cold:
sunshine through
a leafless willow
autumn wind—
a leaf and homeless man
cross paths
in her silence
the tea kettle
announces winter
small world
in the rear-view mirror
everywhere I’ve been
. . . . . . by andrew riutta
early frost
my daughter asks me to
turn the music down
november dusk
an owl chases
commuters home
mid-life crisis
raking up leaves
in the wind
autumn dusk
following a poet’s car
to the rainbow’s end
. . . . by matt morden
a third helping
of Thanksgiving politics
I bite my tongue
harsh wind
takes the tree’s last leaves —
slowly undressing her
Thanksgiving rush —
not as late
as that flock of geese
. . . by dagosan
andrew riutta
“the old days . . .” – for Linda Chambers, Full Moon Magazine (2005)
“instant coffee” – SP Quill–Autumn 2005
“leafless trees” – Simply Haiku (Autumn 2005)
“how cold” – Full Moon Magazine (2005)
“small world” – clouds peak #1 (July 1, 2006)
matt morden
“early frost” – Morden Haiku (Nov. 22, 2005)
“november dusk” – Morden Haiku (Nov. 13, 2006)
“mid-life” & “autumn dusk” – Haiku Canada Newsletter – Vol XVIII Feb 2005 No.1
david,
happy thanksgiving.
ed
thanksgiving…
a stranger arrives
with a five gallon gas can
Comment by ed markowski — November 23, 2006 @ 7:16 pm