Monday, January 18, 2016

A Poem by Michael Harmon

This Mountain Meadow

is awash in autumn
an ample sallow richness
still remains
through saffron dyes or purple stains
or orange tints
of wildflowers withered
or dying
or dead
through pale and desiccated greens
or russet flax
of variegated browns
of weeds
where moisture that
if not already gone
is going

Michael Harmon has a B.A. in English Literature from Long Island University and a B.S. in Computer Information Systems from Arizona State University.  Some of his previous work has appeared in The North American Review, The Raintown Review, and Riverrun (Glenn Oaks Community College, Centreville, MI).

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