Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Jay Franzel. His most recent book is “Walking Track,” published by Moon Pie Press.
Autumn, Deer Pond
By Jay Franzel
Still as knots on a fallen log,
Turtles soaking the last September rays.
Maples reflected in the shallow water:
When did they turn red?
Already stars glow in late afternoon:
November gnawing the ragged light.
Six decades pass like a dream.
Woodpecker knocking on a blasted ash.
Everything feels the wind.
Dennis Camire can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org