FOLIAGE AND PLAY OF LIGHT

by Jnana Hodson

with a full spider web in sunlight
by the barn loft door
who equated dreams with insects?

if, by mid-October and still no frost
the garden’s on borrowed time

half the leaves are already down from the trees
while half of the ones still standing turn color

as for the green stubborn remnant, the day is coming

and then, first hard frost
Indian summer
and see your breath

after clearing the garden of last peppers,
eggplant, tomatillo,
harvesting meagre bits of potato
and sweet potato, too

in a warmer than usual season,
a single rhododendron blossom
roses too, have been fooled

under either scenario,
make that Indian summer now
and more lobster tomorrow

poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson

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