Friday, July 25, 2014

willow blaze


winter waits to steal this flame
home fires will soon be burning

we will have to
trade this illusion
barter memory
to recall such beauty

no weeping willow
this year

but a
blaze of punctuation
ending this
bland sentence of
late fall

fiery yellow exclamations
holding on
easing us toward winter

no weeping willow

the life of the party
the
     last
           one
               
 to
        leave

celebrating in color

bright torches
mocking the brown, drab loss of green
laughing, shouting

here I am, here I am

lighting the way home…


Barry DeCarli

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