Night
Slides
under door jambs,
pouring
through windows,
painting
my room black.
This
evening was spent
watching
old movies.
Song-and-dance
actors
looping
through gay,
improbable
plots.
All
my plates are put away,
cups
hanging on hooks.
The
towel is still moist.
I
blow out cinnamon candles,
wafting
the air with spice.
Listening
now to heat
sputtering
and dogs
barking
at winds.
Winter
pummels skeletal
trees
as the moon’s big
yellow
eye haunts shadows.
Autumn
Notes
Four
sparkling maples
sashay
in autumn winds.
dressed
in yellow lace.
Half moon hiding in old
oak tree on top of hillside.
Children
kicking up leaves
shouting
while jumping
over
mounds of foliage.
Bright
leaves gleaming
in
sunshine tumbling
through
an Alice blue sky.
Carpets
of red yellow brown
foliage
unfurls before us.
Walking
through trails of trees
becoming
spellbound by
leafy
giants towering over us.
Morning light reveals
silhouettes of branches
against a dove grey sky.
Grab your coat and scarf.
Where are your gloves and hat?
Hurry, pick gardens of bright
vegetables. Time to cook
big pots of soup, yeasty breads.
Dancing
in joyous circles
ragtag
russet leaves glow
under
the noon day sun.
See
them spin rustle-bustle
within
a ring of singsong.
Listen
to their shuffle
saying
they will return soon
dressed
in bright green.
Arctic Flurries
Winds toss
foliage in air.
Birds bend
against frost
their wings
catching the
last
sunlight.
In cosmic
dance snowflakes
light up
evening.
Diminutive
galaxies
circling abandoned gardens.
We hunch our
shoulders with winter.
Our shadows
are long now.
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets' Espresso Reviews have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature and Love Poems for Michael both available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net
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