Autumn Crowds
AUTUMN CROWDS
All night shaking and banging the metal roof,
Grey old water-laden crowds
Blocking the warmth of autumn’s sun;
Long uncut grass flows smooth as a cat’s fur
Under the scoops of the wind’s bluster.
Tall skinny Jerusalem Artichokes
Waving wildly with sunny yellow smiles,
Almost falling over with excitement
At seeing over the fence-top our own artichokes
Which they have grown up with for months:
Children excited to see the neighbor kids
In a chance meeting at the seaside.
Plums and apples in jars now.
Smells of sugary preserves linger in the kitchen.
Tiny young fruit flies swirl around the compost.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2018
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