- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Wrinkles
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Click hereMilkweed is turning color
Green fades into yellow
The smell of dust kicked up on dirt road
Long stalks of dried up grass
House a thousand grasshoppers
Singing their days away
The way the setting sun reflects
off a birch leaf waving in the breeze
Summer is an old man
Still hale and hearty
But age is showing on his face
- COMMENTS
irishcatsmeowover 19 years agoand the last stanza really sets the poem. Good work!
I wonder if summer knows about botox?
jd4georgeover 19 years ago...by grimacing at the sun. (Sadly, I find more and more true everyday!). I loved the feel of this, my favorite passage being:
"a thousand grasshoppers
Singing their days away
The way the setting sun reflects
off a birch leaf waving in the breeze"
Even that internal rhyme felt right!
twelveooneover 19 years agoquite simple, quite effective, enough clues, that makes the ending hit you.
Made me smile.
