In the fall I love.
Crisp round orange and red.
Lingering on that cool edge
pre knit hats, thick sweaters, and heavy blankets on the bed.
In the fall I love.
Apples picked crisp from orchard trees
white and blue herons in the marsh yellow reads
and the memory of Marcel’s birth.
Joining me, Sam, (and parenthetical Dixie D) into a robust
choice blended multi everything family.
And in the fall I love
to be reminded of the missing father men
who chose then knowing or not to father boys
mine now. Crowning me queen
in brown yellow and red
leaves of a disparate
but thriving and falling
and falling and falling
in love with you tribe.
Miss you all! You’re looking beautiful — sun-crisped and happy. Eloquent poetry, too. I’m working on poems with 8th and 9th graders and ended up writing up a “where I’m from” poem the other day that will need to make it to the blog eventually. Would that I had the confidence you do!!
OH we would love to read your poems too! Missing you and your pet dragon!
ooooh my the beach… how I miss it 🙂 and you guys!