October Trip to Town
The first few flakes of snow
float down as we wash and
fold
our white summer clothes.
Later, we sigh as we pass by
store shelves laden with
candy corn.
That’s another “no-no” now.
We pause where pumpkins
are lined up outside the EXIT
door.
We remember those we used
grow.
The older gentlemen, in his
white shirt
and black slacks – he’s a bag
boy now –
pats my shoulder, says, “I
know, I know.”
Eleanor Michael has published
poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.
Dear Eleanor,
ReplyDeleteYou add something special to a simple trip to town.
Like the way your "snowflakes float down."
Thank you,
Michael
You have shown us a sadness at the passing of the yearly seasons and of life's seasons. Good poem. I like it!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Eleanor, wonderful understatement to let the uber feeling wrap this whole poem, I could be the older gentleman....and by the way, he forgot to finish his sentence: "I know you're a poet"
ReplyDeleteEleanor, your poem moved me to tears with the knowing. This is so beautiful, the way you capture the heart with your words. I hope to read more of your wonderful poetry. Aloha, Connie
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michael, Barbara, Peggy, Rick, and Connie for your kind words on Eleanor's heartfelt and insightful poem. I will be sending your thoughts to her. Congratulations, Eleanor. I wish you ongoing success with your writing.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Karen