The Autumn Wind

Robert Linsley

Robert Linsley

the autumn wind
has finished its task
Stripped the bristles
from nature’s brush
All that remains
is chalk

The trees
charcoal etched
reveal tenements
of the resident birds
gone gleaning seeds
dead sunflowers
frost burnt

Our words
like fallen leaves
stack in cul de sacs
till with winter rains
they find their way
out to the Sound
fine as sand

“I can teach you how to write a better sentence . . .
But I can’t teach you how to have something to say.” ~ Ann Patchett


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to The Autumn Wind

  1. Patchett could learn from you


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