October 27, 2015
Afternoon all. The end of October is near and I’ve enjoyed fall, my favorite time of year. I love to post poems and yes, I’m posting one about fall (can’t remember if I did before or not) so read and enjoy.
My Autumn Leaves
I watch the woods for deer as if I’m armed.
I watch the woods for deer who never come.
I know the hes and shes in autumn
rendezvous in orchards stained with fallen
apples’ scent. I drive my car this way to work
so I may let the crows in corn believe
it’s me their caws are meant to warn,
and snakes who turn in warm and secret caves
they know me too. They know the boy
who lives inside me still won’t go away.
The deer are ghosts who slip between the light
through trees, so you may only hear the snap
of branches in the thicket beyond hope.
I watch the woods for deer, as if I’m armed.
Bruce Weigl, “My Autumn Leaves” from The Unraveling Strangeness. Copyright © 2002 by Bruce Weigl. Reprinted with the permission of Grove/Atlantic, Inc., www.groveatlantic.com.
Source: The Unraveling Strangeness: Poems (Grove/Atlantic Inc., 2002)
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