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Monday, September 27, 2010

BITTERSWEET by Nancy Dillingham



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:

Vicki Lane said...

Perfect timing -- the fog has indeed been blossoming here. What a lovely image!

Julia Nunnally Duncan said...

Grandma was so right! And, Nancy, how well you have captured it all.