Monday, November 16, 2015

Gold Tumbles and Falls, a poem

Photos and poem by author.

Every day you do
hold upright brown, green
nature scented, earth anchored
clean the air
senator of ecology receiving
no ooh ahh thanks

Then snap all attention
to glorious grandeur
exploding phosphorescence
calling all children
former and present

Commerce thanks you
but where was the admiration
when it was slow growing
steady green no traffic
team appreciation lagging

Why when in dying
time turns gold
tumbles and falls only now counted
yet short in the end
like last year’s
New Hampshire primary also ran.