A pumpkin colored sunrise on Halloween day

A pumpkin colored sunrise on Halloween day


Good Glorious Morning

My shame

My back curved against the cold metal of the fridge

I sit in the kitchen in the dark of night

weeping tears of shame and disappointment

surrounded by empty cartons and bowls

that had earlier seduced me into thinking

I could eat just one.


Summer bags packed, house in order,
prepared to leave here soon.
Blonde hair piled atop her head,
wearing her pretty pastel frock.
She sits upon the pier waiting
for the ship to dock.U P (7)

Her sister Autumn, with flaming hair,
will disembark this ship.
For several weeks they will share the
days, until Summer takes her final bow
and slips out in the night, an aqua sweater
wrapping her tight.

Autumn spins round and round
arms spread open wide.
The scent of cool breezes
wafting in the night.
Red hair with golden highlights
blowing in the wind.
Fire colored leaves fall from trees
littering the ground.

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Autumn Flaming

People Turn Their Heads


Bundled up in hand me downs

no rhyme or reason to her costume.
Red hair all in knots and snarls,
doesn’t remember when it last saw a brush.
Her body is too thin and lean,
she thinks of the diets she struggled with.
She pushes her Dollar Store cart, rescued
from the river.
Long gone are the BMW’s and Audi’s.

She falls asleep at sunset, where ever she
finds shelter, under the layers of dirty rags
she pushes in her cart.
She awakens with the sunrise.
She still smiles at the morning and
speaks to birds and squirrels.
She’s headed off to breakfast, fruit and veggies
rescued from the dumpster behind farm
market stalls.

She used to shop here every Saturday morning,
squeezing, sniffing, buying the freshest for
dinner parties she had scheduled.
No longer is she recognized,
people turn their faces.
Her husband lost his fortune,
put a bullet in his head.
Since the day she found him her life
has never been the same.
Alone and struggling to survive,
forgotten by people she referred to as friends.
She scavenges the city for survival
and people turn their heads.

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