Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
As I said, any excuse will do for a pun. This time you have to wait for it to the last line.
Red: flash of cardinal, barely seen;
Red: leaves of Maple, flecked with flame;
Red: Dogwood berries (leaves still green);
Red: other leaves without a name.
Red: mountain apples, cheap to buy;
Red: candy apples at the fair;
Red: clouds across the evening sky;
Red: children’s cheeks in frosty air.
Red: Sumac’s many-fingered hand;
Red: as always, by the road, the clay;
Red: flannel pajamas, sooner than planned;
Red: flames on hearth at close of day.
Red: different shades and hues, but all
Read: glory of a Georgia fall.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD