Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
It's Autumn
And nature's
palette
spills the
landscape.
In fields,
pumpkins glow
the colour of sun
and birds are
winging
past this place.
We pace the time
... spring forward
... fall backward.
In my summer time
my footsteps lilted
now steps falter.
and it was
in summer that my
colour glowed.
Now, colour fades
and my fruit
that once swelled
has grown slack
as another nest
has been abandoned.
c. 1979 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Gusto, Vol.1, No.4
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