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Above Brigham

by Leonard M Hawkes

The leaves are dry--
Even the long light
And cool September nights
Can't produce bright color--

Bound by that uncomprimising
Honesty of Nature:
"Last season's sunshine
Secures the harvest of today."

Strange, we celebrate frivolous
Tones of aspen and maple, when
Its the rugged brown of oak
That survives the Winter.

09/29/2011

Author's Note: Written on a napkin at Dairy Queen.

Posted on 09/30/2011
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/30/11 at 01:03 PM

That's a good a place as any to write and you've done a fine job of it.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/30/11 at 01:22 PM

Awesome, especially the very last nth of it,

Strange, we celebrate frivolous
Tones of aspen and maple, when
Its the rugged brown of oak
That survives the Winter.
so powerful a declaration
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/30/11 at 02:32 PM

...leonard, the author's note is nipping at a pome to be written re: the napkin-write..., the pome itself is lovely, so cool, for real!

Posted by Mo Couts on 09/30/11 at 07:16 PM

What a lucky napkin to get a poem such as this one. Lovely words you've crafted.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/30/11 at 10:43 PM

Oh, the mighty oak. A mighty piece indeed!

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