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Above Brigham
by Leonard M HawkesThe 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 © 2025 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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