LINES FROM LYDIA: SEPTEMBER POEM

SEPTEMBER POEM

By Lydia Bogar

My leafy fences will soon be gone

To join summer’s pink sunsets.

Sweatshirts will emerge,

And acorns will appear underfoot.

 

September brings my birthday,

Takes me back to school,

Gives me apples, more apples, so many apples.

And lets me sleep with the windows wide open.

 

September sends geese into their southern flights,

Honking without breaking form.

Lawnmowers don’t dare to breach the peace.

As oak leaves cluster and fall.

 

Shrubs and small trees shed their greenery,

Revealing my dining room table to passing cars.

Campers and canoes come home from the beach.

And school buses slide by.

 

Joanne was born on September 11.

She died before the assassins came with their hate.

September is hard for a mother

Whose fences are coming down.

 

BOLLI feature writer and Writers Guild co-chair Lydia Bogar

Our own “Renaissance Woman,” Lydia has done everything from teaching English to doing volunteer emergency service.  She says she “hails from Woostah—educated at BOLLI.”

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “LINES FROM LYDIA: SEPTEMBER POEM”

  1. Last stanza is fantastic. I think the rest could use some tweaking, but the concept is wonderful. I was startled and very moved. I send you my best good wishes.

  2. Such quietly stabbing images from one who shuns and also welcomes the retreat of the fences ! Bravo ! Writing is, first and foremost, a confrontation with one’s self; a collision of inner need with the desire to be heard. This presents such a tonic ! Honest & poignant !

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