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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

NaPoWriMo #29: Red

For the prompt "seeing red" at Readwritepoem

An Absence of Red

Autumn is the season for it,
the crabapple tree laden with ripe fruit,
the maple leaves ablaze, melting
into the sunset. It will end soon.
The leaves will fall and wither to sepia,
like the flowers hung in the attic
to dry and forgotten,
now yellowed and brittle as old paper.
On my windowsill a once bright collection
- old gum leaves, a crabshell bleached in the sun
a sparrow’s wing torn off and discarded
by a marauding feline,
brown and bloodless.
It sits there as if it might come to life
and teach me the secret of flight.

2 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

Tight! I love all your descriptions and the way they lead to the feather.

Anonymous said...

Interesting approach! I second Linda's comment.

I just flatly refused to write another poem about autumn leaves ... (tomato leaves in autumn don't count).