Friday, December 14, 2012

Poem of the Week--"Windrow"

Celtic chieftain's burial barrow, located in present-day Germany

The suburban harvest of oak and maple leaf
Has been gathered to the curb by rake and blower
And lies in great windrows on the asphalt
Of street, land and cul-de-sac
Awaiting the roaring gathering-in
By a great dragon of a truck
Which devours leafmeal
Sucking it all in,
Attended by men with rakes.
In their trail the streets shine with rain
And so we move from autumn
To winter.

--Dan Verner

1 comment:

  1. Who else could use "windrow" in a sentence, never mind in this lovely poem. Beautiful.