Crystie Cook


September Concerto - Poem by Crystie Cook

Listen to wind composing
sycamore-leaf songs,
rustling along the rim
of green light and shadow.

Confident cottonwoods
interject an intermezzo
of quivering elation,
running like cool water
down my back.

A downy woodpecker
flashes his red neck,
like a stray eighth note
announcing Autumn.

(written September 1,2003)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 28, 2011



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