Look Up
By John R. Greenwood
I wrote this poem minutes after my
pre-coffee hunting trip
in search of the elusive newspaper.
I pause for a moment and look up.
Autumn sky
Moonlit and quiet
Star-speckled and fresh
Injected with train sounds
Chugging strong in the distance
Cars pass slowly
Their lights spraying
Naked maples and
Scant oaks with
Left over leaves
Desperately clinging on
The smell of fall
Falling away with
Winter whispering
In the hills
Not so far away
I stop and stare
Neck tilted back
Like an old-man Pez dispenser
I soak it in
Lung, sight, and mind
Take the time
To look up
J.R.G.10.28.10
