BEFORE AUTUMN LEAVES

Autumnly, Ought We

Autumnly, ought we

As leaves do

Ought not we

fall automatically under a

blanket of bright blue?

Or should we brace ourselves

and break the fall?

Oughtn' we care?

As October leaves us lovers,

As October leaves our loves,

Autumnly tumble,

Ought not we, too?

by P.B. Lecron

Dusting Kisses

Although the morning was spent

And the evening went

Before the dust was swept back outdoors,

The morning glory did not miss its bloom

Nor the moss rose in the afternoon,

And lightning bugs like silver spoons

Glinting in an opened drawer

Remind us, sweet housekeepers,

That we like spoons and moons and Junes

And kisses kept as secrets after chores.

by P.B.Lecron

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These poems date back to my poetry-writing days in the early 1980's when I still lived in Oklahoma dreaming. Like dust, poetry will keep; but unlike dust, it matters.  P.B.L. 

(I've borrowed these poems from another blog I used to write. The autumn leaves are from a magnificent, century-old tilleul or linden tree in the garden I used to keep in French Flanders. The silver spoons, however, followed me to France.)

Poems, text & photos ©2009 P.B.Lecron