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I mourn
for the green
leaf that,
in the wind,
loses its hold
on the branch
it suckles,
that will
shrivel
and brown,
lost
in the tall grass
where the chicory blooms,
never knowing
autumn's gold.
© by S. Thomas Summers
Used with the author's permission.
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Scott Thomas Summers is a professor/teacher of literature, writing, and philosophy at Wayne Hills High School and Passaic County Community College, both in Northern New Jersey. Much of Scott's poetry finds its foundation in the hills and forests that surround his home. Via his poetry, he hopes to capture what is easy to see, but often difficult to notice. Scott's work has been published in a variety of journals and he is the author of three books. Read an interview with him here.
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Calensariel:
I love S. Thomas Summers' poetry. It never fails to awaken the little girl still rattling around my insides. He's great!
Posted 09/23/2015 07:29 AM
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Meggily:
cold be overly sentimental, but isn't.
I like the shriveled image
Posted 09/22/2015 05:16 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful idea and poem.
Posted 09/22/2015 04:44 PM
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ElizabethP:
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this one.
Posted 09/22/2015 10:16 AM
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