poetry – Page 25 – Garden of Words

December 28 Haiku

ground crunches with frost
wind chills the hands right through gloves
but grass is still green

A beautiful poem — visual, verbal, musical — on the virtues of solitude.

“If you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed and alone is okay.”

november picnic
climb the hill to the summit
and lay on the grass

sunlight on a house
wishing I knew how to paint
the palpable light

crawling in traffic
the sycamore whirlygigs
descend through sunlight

last leaves on the vines
russet and brown, dangling
above the garage

(give yourself permission to write bad poetry)

I got up to close the window
and saw her
she was spinning in the yard
and painting the leaves on my trees

sorry I was late

— Kellie Elmore, Autumn’s Apology

September colors
rusting along the highway
meridian changes

When you neglect your work
it’s like a mine disaster

I think of all the people
trapped inside you

Menotomy lands
orange leaves upon a single tree
first sign of autumn

shrill drone of insects
green lawn dappled by sunlight
and wind in the leaves