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Ginger Butter
by
Christine Jackson

 

Sugar maple leaves

flake and crisp into shades of ginger.

Lengthening sunlight falls

across a field of corn stalk stubble.

The warm afternoon feels

like melted butter over toast

as crickets start their slow whir

into the waning August days.

©†by Christine Jackson.
Used here with the authorís permission.

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Christine Jackson grew up in New England and now teaches literature and creative writing at a South Florida university. She also helps to organize writing conferences. Learn more about her at††http://cahss.nova.edu/faculty/christine_jackson.html.


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