by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU, LO
Lustrous Breakfast Time My Aunt Lorena comes to me in dreams— And when I’m eating breakfast. That seems odd Until you know that sometimes she poured streams Of milk on Ruskets, fond with cream from God At camp meeting, inside her canvas tent. When Aunt Lorena...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU
This Season Has a Sharpened Sweetness This season has a sharpened sweetness. Air Approaches lungs like maple syrup ice Shards, crystals softened so they almost flare Inside the nostrils though not quite concise Enough to stab with twinge. The atmosphere instead Is...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU
Glowing Canvas Mild autumn fields look turned to warmth by plough And sun as if a hazel-colored scene Were caught by some new Constable who now Arises in burnt orange, blond and green— While nutshell brown comes, from a brush which toils As newer Turners might, if...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | AU
Her Lips In early autumn maples start to take On colors of the pyre, abandon green, Hold out their limbs like Cranmer at the stake, Their frantic gestures searching for a sheen More desperate than innocence. A breath Of chilly breezes mixes with the sun, Prepares...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | AU
October Maples, Slough How tepid autumn is when rain and gray Embrace it with their girzzled arms. Their hands Contaminate the fall, tarnish the gay Leaves, yellow and orange, make them into glands Secreting disappointment, suppressing Fervent suicide with hormones...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | AU, FR
How Green the Autumn Is How green the autumn is… true, oranges, reds, High yellows do their shouting thing; the greens Just hum along, as if on calming meds. Photographers scout round for fevered scenes To print with glossy flair. The subtleties Of varied shades of...
