Think Autumn, Think Color

11 Oct

Two new poems by Nancy Scott.  Feel the color!


Sunday is brown

seeds of reading and TV, eating

too much and calling long distance.


Monday is white

space for lists and ledgers, guilts

and promises of the busy and brave.


Tuesday is black

ink and thinking

even if your computer talks.


Wednesday is orange

flame of waiting and impatience.


Thursday is red

accounting for cross-outs and surprise

or blue accounting for not understanding


Friday is green

pay-off and fruit

for all to see


Saturday is pink or purple or yellow

depending on whim or preference



AUTUMN AIR for Carole

Poets know fall sounds clearest.

We hear geese fly—

skeins of high, V-shaped leaving

even through closed windows.

Half-time bands reverb

off houses we’ve lived in for years,

defining solidity and reminding

that drums can be heard from a distance.

Leaves crunch and schoolchildren run,

late again

lured by night sounds and atmosphere.


I thought I alone

heard one autumn cricket sing

beyond my screen

until you wrote

your late-October soloist.

Do these solitary minstrels

favor poets’ yards

or is this chance or curse

heard by anyone listening

for muffled, crack-crystal winter?


Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is a blind essayist and poet. Her over 600 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries. An essayist and poet, she has published three chapbooks. She won First Prize in the 2009 International Onkyo Braille Essay Contest. Recent work appears in Breath and Shadow, Contemporary Haibun Online, and Stone Voices.


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