Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Poetry Wednesday: Porch Swing in September



You may recognize this poet from a previously shared poem on Hedgehog Lover....

 

Porch Swing in September


The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun
that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion
whose flowers have faded, like those of summer,
and a small brown spider has hung out her web
on a line between porch post and chain
so that no one may swing without breaking it.
She is saying it's time that the swinging were done with,
time that the creaking and pinging and popping
that sang through the ceiling were past,
time now for the soft vibrations of moths,
the wasp tapping each board for an entrance,
the cool dewdrops to brush from her work
every morning, one world at a time.


From Flying at Night. © University of Pittsburgh Press, 2005.

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