Monday, October 01, 2007

Nature's palette

Pot Of Gold
a poem by Kevin Cahill

This morning felt like winter.

A cold wind bringing down tree limbs

A thick mantle of grey clouds.

But later, brilliant patches of blue.

Then sudden gentle showers -

October has many minds
As the sun descends

it leaves a splashy rainbow for an encore.
Tomorrow I'll content myself

with golden leavings
on the frost-kissed grass.
kick at them and think,
It must be here...the end I mean.


Anonymous erin said...

I love autumn in Eastern Oregon! Colorado's is pretty amazing, too. I'm wondering if you take requests for blogs. If you do, my request is for the poem about the changing seasons as actors. One of my favorite! Beautiful double rainbows, by the way!

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