Monday, September 21, 2020
Fall poems
Some great stuff last week!
We had this from Jill Scoggins, which made me (appropriately) sad:
Where are the students?
They should be here. Our campus
is empty, bereft.
The Medievalist is, I think, still a Minnesotan:
It is not ninety,
Gray clouds maybe suggest rain,
The days grow shorter.
Christine had her own take:
The lake is still warm
but winds from the NNW
harder to paddle.
And Desiree had a poem that made me wonder about whether or not she has horses:
The barn is cooler
The horses don't sweat so much
And the flies are gone!
