Pagosa Springs Artists

Red Grows the Sumac

 

I waited until autumn
to see the trees turn,
waited for cold nights,
for frost in the burm

when green oaks turn gold,
then bronze, then to brown,
red grows the sumac,
bright as a crown

on the floor of the forest, on
the brow of a hill, drawing
eyes to her wisp of fire
burning bright as desire

 

first published in The Oak

also published in LONE STARS

also published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

©2013 Bonnie Manion

   

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