A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com


sun sets an auburn
light on the lucid black
spruce trees and the
white-throated sparrow

on the ground as if lit
from inside in the spell
of an adirondack elixir
offering courage that

seems to elude the
fickle blue-green baby
tamaracks protesting
cadmium yellow changes

their branches surrendering
all to the season like
the loons being drafted
to coves and bays

Poem by  Janet Cannon