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Ginger Butter
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Christine Jackson


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Sugar maple leaves

flake and crisp into shades of ginger.

Lengthening sunlight falls

across a field of corn stalk stubble.

The warm afternoon feels

like melted butter over toast

as crickets start their slow whir

into the waning August days.

 

© by Christine Jackson.
Used here with the author's permission.

 

 


Christine Jackson calls herself “a long-time swamp creature.” She grew up as a Rhode Island swamp Yankee, but now lives with her husband and a Jack Russell terrier on the edge of the Florida Everglades. Recently retired after many decades of teaching literature and creative writing at a South Florida university, Christine is now content to practice Beethoven piano sonatas and fill her laptop screen with new word-dreams. Learn more about her at https://cahss.nova.edu/faculty/christine_jackson.html.

 

 


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