Her view from the hill
– once so fine in good weather –
just blackened landscapes.
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Her view from the hill
– once so fine in good weather –
just blackened landscapes.
Anne emails to say
smoke plumes rise like shrouds of loss.
Below, hell ablaze.
In bad rains bathroom
ceiling leaks. A slow tick tells
of water stains mapped.
Squirrels have eaten
my pumpkins. They eschew fall
negate Halloween.
Tomorrow it’ll be
eighty. Mother Nature is
having hot flashes.
“Playing with Fire” as
Bride of Frankenstein? Perfect
role for Halloween.
We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.
Undereye circles
purple as grapes, lids heavy
as harvest-ripe vines.
Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.
Today we act as
if nothing happened. Over
night a cold front passed.