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red, red, red

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Autumn, no doubt about it. When I go outside, I see red everywhere. The red of the leaves of red maple, many already on the ground. The red of the lily-of-the-valley berries. The red of the crab apples on our little tree at the end of the walkway. The red hips on the rose bush beside the driveway. Red, red, red.

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red, red, red

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each rose hip edge

an ellipse to complete

the curve of rambling canes

berries red, mellow to orange

the white shine, highlight, tipped

with the black remains of blossom,

once pink, now vermillion of vermis,

cinnabar, poisonous, mercuric, toxic

lily-of-the-valley, raceme of berries

dangle, vivid crimson blush, bright

spot on fevered cheeks, the child

thought the berries good to eat

scarlet sigillatus, decorated

small images, pixilations

of woman with camera

limps to reach third

red, ruby, purple

red crabapples

in bunches

hanging

in rain

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

October 9, 2019 at 7:00 am

root cellar

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Q. 'root cellar' Jane Tims

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root cellar

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over the hill

cold earth sequesters

seeps of water

and lichened stone

roots in dry sand

preserves on shelves

of rough-hewn boards

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mice gnaw on the seam

of a gunny sack of corn

blue mold on the surface

of a jar of apple jelly

Mama just scoops it away

pumpkins never keep

past December

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 19, 2019 at 7:00 am

dandelion fluff

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dandelion fluff

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purse lips

and puff

make a wish

scatter seeds

to wind

and follow

into sun

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best,

Jane

 

 

 

 

Written by jane tims

August 16, 2019 at 7:00 am

Pearly everlasting

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H. 'Pearly everlasting' October 27 2018 Jane Tims

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Pearly Everlasting

Anaphalis margaritacea L.

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Pearly Everlasting

sign of summer’s passing

yet – immortelle

picked by the road

by the armload

hung from rafters

children’s laughter

runs beneath

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downy leaf, woolly stem

white diadem

perfectly matched flowers

thatched in gold

dry and old

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Linnaeus named

for Marguarite

memory sweet

paper petals keep

pale perfume

summer grace

in a winter room

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Published as:  ‘Pearly Everlasting’, The Antingonish Review 92, 1993 and at niche poetry and prose, August 20, 2012 here

Copyright   Jane Tims   2012

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 14, 2019 at 7:00 am

in an orchard

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T. 'apples and branches' May 31 2016 Jane Tims

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orchard

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between apples, twigs and leaves

stems and branches

are glimpses

of sky

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sapphire and cerulean

panes of leaded

transparent

glass

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molten in motions of wind

edges in

malleable

light

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fragile as blades of bent grass

stiffened by frozen

morning

dew

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Copyright   2019   Jane Tims

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 12, 2019 at 7:00 am

fetching water

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C. 'water bucket' October 23, 2018 Jane Tims

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fetching water

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‘Strength in those arms,’

says Mama. ‘Fetch

me a bucket

of cold water

from the well.’

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‘Need one of those

pumps,’ says Papa.

‘Painted iron,

hornbeam handle.’

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‘No need,’ says Thomas.

‘I know how to drop

the bucket

so she fills

the first time.

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‘Echoes lift

from well-stones.

My face down there,

winks on the water.

Strength in these arms.’

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Copyright   2019   Jane Tims

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 9, 2019 at 7:00 am

hauling wood

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D. 'hauling wood' Oct 25, 2018 Jane Tims

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hauling wood

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The draft horse answers

to a click, a shake

of the reins, the squawk

of a blue jay, flushed

from the thicket. Long

tail hairs scatter flies.

Chain rings, loops around

the log, its cut end

a brake, ploughs up duff.

Nostrils flare and hooves

find gain in gather

of leaves, paw for ground.

Lather under tack,

he lowers his head.

Takes the woodlot incline

as though he’s navigated

these hardwoods

all of his life.

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Copyright   2019   Jane Tims

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 7, 2019 at 7:00 am

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