Poetry for October 30th, 2017




when corn stalks rattled in the wind

ears full and golden as plenty’s horn

when horse chestnuts

smooth and lustrous

sans their skin

were the only wealth we would own

when the snow geese formed and flew

caroling another season gone

that was when

i walked with you

feeding squirrels

scattering kernels along the stony fence row

that was when



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