Rush Hour Creek and the Cost of Autumn
The creek traps leaves
into neatly
piled stacks
like the papers on my desk
that I’m too busy to read
Filed between the rocks
on their rush downstream
they give a seasonal accounting
of Autumn’s mounting cost
_______ Colleen Redman _____Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
November 2nd, 2014 7:52 pm
High five!!
November 2nd, 2014 8:18 pm
And thumbs up to reading your comments, Tabor!
November 2nd, 2014 10:29 pm
The last hurrah. The final dance. A little sad. Reminds me of the circle of life. Burial at sea. And, online those lines, sockeye salmon as they turn red, procreate and die. Good shtufffs you.
November 3rd, 2014 7:49 am
I love the images — poem and photo.
November 3rd, 2014 11:02 am
Just like life has to flow, the autumn leaves too flow along with a promise of new beginnings.
November 3rd, 2014 8:12 pm
I like how the two stanzas work together. Nicely done.
November 3rd, 2014 9:16 pm
Beautiful Colleen!
November 3rd, 2014 11:49 pm
Beautifully crafted.
November 4th, 2014 9:27 am
This is an excellent summation of seasons end – and the metaphor is ever relevant to those of us with desks and paperwork.
November 4th, 2014 9:03 pm
Wonderful work, CR; esp the 2nd stanza. Salute.
November 5th, 2014 2:13 am
a neat inversion of the usual comparison of human activity to nature ~