Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Sunday, September 3, 2017

SEPTEMBER LIGHT-a poem Su, 9-3-17

In September the days are cooler
and I can walk in the woods
while luncheon dishes wait.
In summer I must walk as early
as my body and the day allow,
for then the days are hot with
I puff and wheeze.
I grow weak and am not steady.
Those days make me think
that I am old.
In autumn I can wait
to walk in the woods until
the sun is slanting
through the tall pines
and yellowing birches,
neither sharp nor mottled.
I move smoothly
tacking only slightly
from side to side
to keep the world from tilting.


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