September is almost gone, and here is the perfect end of month poem from Nancy Dillingham's new book, HOME, just published by March Street Press. More about this book in a few days.
BITTERSWEET
Outside my window
fog blossoms
for the fourth day in a row
each fog foretelling a snow
according to the old folks
who should know
September is a fragile month
suddenly gone golden
Old Summer
blossomed to fruition
bittersweet as the marigold
Grandma said it best
Just when everything gets to growing pretty
the frost comes
---Nancy Dillingham
2 comments:
Perfect timing -- the fog has indeed been blossoming here. What a lovely image!
Grandma was so right! And, Nancy, how well you have captured it all.
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