Saturday, October 2, 2010

Waiting For Autumn

I’m waiting for autumn.

Dusk incrementally arrives
Earlier every evening.

Sudden, unfamiliar rain has flushed
Red oxbloods and lycoris radiata
From dry dirt where they hid all summer.

Grackles, white-winged doves
In ever-growing flocks
Feed beneath our windows
Where I spread sunflower seed.

And this very week the dawn arrives
When day and night come even,
Holly gains ascendance over oak,
Cold over heat, dark over light;

But dread never, ever, over hope.

©2010 John I. Blair

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