we trim rose bushes,
yellow perennials
cutting quickly heads & half-
bitten leaves
into paper bags we weigh
down branches, fallen petals
pressing all the lungs of summer
into one silent book
(autumnal inhale)
we divide the sun
light
leaving the wind to pocket
seeds
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, QUICK. Thanks for the visit.
