|An enchanted entrance|
My one-act play, “The Lawn Auction” is published in Mused Literary Review’s Fall Equinox issue. The journal is part of BellaOnline, a much-visited site for women and their concerns. I've read the whole issue and found poems, fiction, and nonfiction that I thoroughly enjoyed.
The Lake Superior shore region is known for its fall color. When I was growing up in Southern Minnesota, our next door neighbors took a trip up to Duluth every fall just to see the trees turning color. We were in school and never could take that in. Since moving to Duluth, I have marveled at Indian summer here. I take pictures every year, and admire trees from my windows that are just plain breath-taking. This year, I’m putting pictures in this blog post.
|Decoration for the evergreen|
|The boulevard trees arching are scheduled to be removed for blocks due to road & sewer pipe improvement.|
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When I lived in Minneapolis, I wrote this poem. It was published in Rio Number 14 in 2004, online.
On a day when a maple leafis really a flower
Last walk in harpstring hues
tousled by the yellowing
palms of trees. This day was
borrowed from August.
In other chameleon trees, fire
supplies mood but not the balm.
I gasp too at fall’s rude turmoil,
at petals imploding like dresses
exposing crooked legs. Some
bloom backwards, stuck on a
perverse carousel around houses,
papery-soft like widows with tissues.
Squashed are most. Appallingly
their mauves are trampled.
Striped petunias put up a
frilled front, looking less ruined.
I pass a huge sidewalk blossom.
A flamingo flower strung in
pink from the sky. Billowed
as poppymallow, silky as
tiger lilly - maple leaf?
I picked the leaf, passed
the foundering flowers. Picked
a laugh bluffing about maples
and meanings. What’s in flower?
What’s dying flame? What
Next day I check the maple flower
between leaves of an unborrowed
book. It has flared, crinkled
to its capillaries, gauntly as
an octogenarian’s face. Today
fall fell chill. This is a leaf
the shape of a sunstorm
the flamboyance of a maple
defying definition to the death.
|Clouds can be astonishing too.|