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The leaves had fallen; where was spring

The leaves had fallen; where was spring

Under a massive oak
low slant of rain
long shadows lengthening
day by day
the locust bare, the elm undressing
a stab of pain
this medication no longer working
a strand of hair
now wet with rain, now falling
thin reeds bent before the wind
the oak leaves rustling
low slant of sun
long shadows darkening
now oak leaves fallen by my side
where was the Spring...

© Kåre Enga [166.188] 2009-08-25

Prompted by a headline of an article in the August 23rd NY Times (Style pg. 6): "The Leaves Had Fallen. Where Was Spring"

ME?

Ungeared. I'm bored and anxious. I should be calm and expectant. Leave Monday for 9 days but until then... little things to take care of, finances to figure out, trip to CR in a month?

Should clean the rooms. I cooked up the buffalo liver. I breaded it with parmesan cheese and crumbs. It was... okay. Finished off the huckleberries. Reducing what's in the refrigerator before I leave. Still have plenty of yellow watermelon to eat.

Today will hit 90 and heat can drain me. Been pleasant though. The birds are in the berry bushes. The sunsets are coming earlier. The river flows... low. And the UM students are back.

Writing

NovaCatherine put a sijo in her blog. I find them difficult to write and I'm not sure why. Check out "Invalid Entry" 

In the alley

Where Hippies sat: ragged poppy leaves, their milky pods picked.
"They are for everyone", the scrawled black arrowed sign still reads.
Now purslane flourishes and spreads; neglect has benefits.

© Kåre Enga [166.189b] 2009-08-25

Not a fantasy either! Behind Butterfly Herbs, the frilly pink poppies were glorious in July. "They are for everyone" is scrawled above the ragged leaves, the missing pods. And purslane (portulaca) is growing quite nicely next to them in the dirt.

Montana: 62° at 10 a.m. in Missoula.

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