Gray Autumn Mornings by Maureen Hand

Gray Autumn Mornings
by
Maureen Hand

On gray autumn mornings,

one sees the lilac tree

wrinkled and spent

from weight of many seasons.

May's purple brilliance

replaced with fall's faded hue.

On gray autumn mornings,

one readies for winter's shroud.

Pull up impatiens, prune roses,

pluck last of tomatoes,

plant new tulips.

Put everything in order.

On gray autumn mornings,

one fears December's frost.

Will it be harsh?

Will it linger?

Will it burden plants?

On gray autumn mornings,

one's mind flits

from thought to thought

like that bumble bee

hunting for nectar

on the lilac tree's

knotted branches.

This poem first appeaed in A River Reporter's Literary Gazette (2008).
Used here with the author's permission.

Maureen Hand began writing poetry when she retired from teaching high school English and writing ten years ago. She agrees with W. H. Auden that poems are just stories with the boring parts left out. Maueen lives in Amsterdam, NY.

dotief@comcast.net:
Very nice!
Posted 11/03/2013 02:10 PM

TheSilverOne:
Lovely poem, Maureen!
Posted 11/03/2013 01:45 PM

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