Ginger ButterbyChristine 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.
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.