an ode to e e cummings
by Earl J. Wilcox
Here,
where
leaves
by the ton
fall
every fall
nobody can solve
the mystery
of when leaves
will fall
or how to tame ‘em
once the fall
is underway.
This fall
leaves
seem slower
but brighter
in hues,
falling
slowly one day,
faster the next,
insisting on
their own pace
until they all
fall
down
down
down.
Earl J. Wilcox writes about aging, baseball, literary icons, politics, and southern culture. His work appears in more than two dozen journals; he has contributed 43 poems to The New Verse News.
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