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Frank Avon

Pulaski, TN

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Pulaski, TN

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It's rainy.
It's Týrsday.
And all I see

are bare trees
a gray sky
brown leaves
blown into heaps

one last rose
incongruous

and up close
at my back
the burning bush

and all I hear
is when it speaks

TO BE

Frank Avon

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,nature

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Týrsday, of course, is Tuesday. Týr was once chief/father of the gods, the bringer of law. His name is cognate with the Indo-European 'deus.'

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Kelly Kurt 17 November 2015

Thanks for the notes, Frank. It has been a long, cold rainy day here too. Some petunias and marigolds still decorate but by Friday night it will be in the teens. I look forward to your descriptions of your window views. You are a brilliant writer and observer. Thanks

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