October 28, 2010

Look Up

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


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