Poetry of green, now a phantom
of summer’s picnic, is placed
on shadow’s shelf to pout
amongst purloined seashells.
In poppy riots of red oak
smoke rises from campfires
to tease the wind with marshmallows
hissing in splatters against embers.
Among the sheltered nests
of twisted roots
quiet opens its ear
to the sound of a leaf
tucking its orange face
into the blanket of autumn.
Jealous sun vines its way
through Fall’s colors
knowing it’s only an accessory,
a ribbon in Carpo’s henna braided hair.
A pepper of grackles season’s
the sky with obsidian as Astraeus
paces the horizon, anxious to untie
the sash of night’s curtain.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
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