I thought you were birds at first
I hoped you were
yellow birds red birds brown birds
the frosted leaves fall so fast
past the barren
crab apple branches
I have failed to fill
the feeder for a week
how dare you survive
From Unexpected Shiny Things (Cowfeather Press, 2011).
Used here with permission.
Bruce Dethlefsen is the author offive books and was Wisconsin’s Poet Laureate from 2011-2012. He plays drums and harmonica in the Prairie Sands Band and runs Poet Camp twice a year. Bruce volunteers writing poetry in prisons and lives in Westfield, Wisconsin. Learn more about him atwww.brucedethlefsen.com.
I can see those falling leaves. Great! Posted 11/18/2020 07:57 PM
Nice repetition of sounds, I especially like the a sound in crab, apple,branches, and your apology
immediately followed by a reprimand, brings energy
and fun to this piece. Thanks Bruce. Posted 11/18/2020 04:41 PM
Tender indignation! How well Bruce pulls this contradiction off! I read and re-read with wry pleasure. Posted 11/18/2020 10:52 AM
Lyrical, and an economy of words!!! Love it!! Posted 11/18/2020 10:36 AM
Fun understated poem and poetically impressive bio. Excellent. Posted 11/18/2020 09:13 AM
Like the way this poem places me "in the action," Bruce. I am one of those leaves! Posted 11/18/2020 09:09 AM
Life goes on//// leaves or not/// la la la life goes on... John Lennon/ Paul McCartney (hi from Randy)
Posted 11/18/2020 08:24 AM