Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Seeing  the school year starting again and frost on the cars
this morning, I decided to rerun one of my older poems.

Days of Construction Paper and Macaroni

Office bound how often the seasons, years go unremarked.

In the younger grades you decorated the classroom.

Iron autumn leaves between sheets of wax paper and it is fall.

Black cat cutouts, Halloween, an accordion turkey, it is Thanksgiving.

Cut out intricate snowflakes for winter, macaroni trees, it is Christmas.

February and there are Valentines for everyone for once.

Easter eggs, paper tulips, it is spring and change is in the air.

And in the summer you ran thru an endless twilight

until the street lights called you home.



Kathiesbirds said...

Oh how I love this poem! I have similar memories of the holidays and seasons as well. Makes me want to go cut out my oewn black cat and pumpkins now! October is almost here!

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

I am glad to hear that you have similar memories. I have to admit when I look back it is the simple things I remember fondly. I am considering collecting some leaves this weekend. I am not sure yet if I will iron them.


kerrdelune said...

Love this Guy, and how perfectly it invokes those years for me.

Guy said...

Thanks Cate

I am glad to hear that. I seem to invoke memory a bit more these days. But I find that also directs my attention to the present and the changes around me, so I live more richly in both.