Three Poems by William G. Daview, Jr.

Blink

 

Some leaves fall

so dreamily,

they beg for witness

as if, look,

a diversion,

something magical

if only for a moment,

the time it takes

to land on the ground

and be damned

with the others.

 

 

 

After October

 

The trees are naked infantrymen

stripped of dignity

horded in a gulag,

no medical care

for the squirrels nests

that have metastasized 

into tumors.

 

 

 

Landfall 

 

The leaves spiral
like so many Noah's Arks,

unseaworthy brown tartans

sinking themselves into

a vast, green sea.

 

 

 

William G. Davies Jr. recently had his poem published in The Cortland Review and poems accepted by The Wilderness House Review and Blue Lyra Review.  He shares life with his wife, Theresa, and as much poetry as he can read especially John Updike and Donald Hall.