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September in the Meadow
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The sky is a rough, grey frock—
nimbus insulated for October mists and frosts.
Libra breezes—less visceral than Virgo’s harvest bushel,
But her hair is a nest of red Oak and orange Maple leaves.
Virgo’s cowlicks are blonde hay the girth of her bale,
Ruled by September’s flirtatious weather.
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The stone wall’s tenant farmers are relieved as are the meadow seed gatherers—
Summer has reached retirement.
Equinox apples blush in cool dew, amidst copper-tinged eyelids
Fluttering in hope for Autumn Sun.
Barn spider does not prefer fog,
Yet hangs moon kissed water droplets on gossamer tapestries.
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But the sky is a rough, grey frock, nimbus insulated,
Worn by a lonely goose, shouting omens of Winter.
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Robert Milby, of Florida, NY, has been reading his poetry in public since March, 1995. He has hosted 32 poetry readings series since Sept. 1995. Milby is the author of several chapbooks and books of poetry. He served as Orange County, NY Poet Laureate, 2017-2019. www.robertmilbypoetry.com
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