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Sunday, November 17, 2013
Poetry Sunday: Autumn Waiting
We're coming to the latter third of autumn. Some days we get a taste of winter. On other days, it seems like summer again. The season can't seem to make up its mind. It is waiting for something - a cold wind, perhaps? - to tip the balance.
by Tom Hennen
Cold wind. The day is waiting for winter Without a sound. Everything is waiting— Broken-down cars in the dead weeds. The weeds themselves. Trees. Even sunlight Is in no hurry and stays For a long time On each cornstalk. Blackbirds are silent And sit in piles. From a distance They look like Something Spilled on the road.