My car died a dramatic death last Saturday.
Month: May 2008
scarlet
with my neighbors’ long since bare I cling to turnéd leaves rust and brown, sere and crisp, yet not surrendered to the ground where others’ have lain, been raked, gone to their reward in compost heaps or street drain clogs passers by, then even I, wonder if spring will come again for me my neighbors now are green yet I am clothed in last year’s umber then far behind the pack, the withered brown are pushed from their twigs by scarlet feathers; scarlet turns the palest, brightest green, then deepens and I wake again
— Ron – 10 May 2008