Sunday, July 25, 2010

Riot




It seemed to come quietly.
Not unexpected you understand,
There is a history of such things,
A cycle, a turning of leaf.

It didn’t come in heat.
No, there’d been a bit of coolness in the land,
We were past the sweating,
Past that grief.

It just dawned one morning.
A shift of time, like hourglass sand.
A sudden breeze that drew up the eye
And then a riot of relief.

All across the horizon
A giant blazing waving rainbow band
The splattered pallet of changing leaves
Colors beyond belief

And as suddenly as they burst upon us,
With a display short and grand,
The colors were all stolen
By Jack Frost, the chilling thief.

Now in the riot aftermath
I rustle across the yard and stand
In the brown and brittle corpses I must rake
To my chagrin and grief. 


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All photos by the author.

3 comments:

nance marie said...

thank you, Larry. The words are so enjoyable to listen to. The create a wonderful effect of the change of seasons. I can see a riot of leaves blowing.

Laura said...

I love hearing these words in your own voice. It gives it so much more...character, maybe? And your vocals sounds so clear. Are you using a mic? Excellent.

Maureen said...

Always a pleasure to hear you read. Well done!