Driving out of the gray fog

of my lakebound hinterland days.

Leonard Cohen sings Joan of Arc —

she said ‘I’m tired of the war,

I want the kind of work I had before —

as I cross the 45th Parallel

by a roadside stand selling sweet corn,

russet potatoes, pumpkins and squash.

There is no other way out of autumn

save the slow slippery slope into winter.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Midwest

  1. Lovely introduction into the new season.

  2. Cold sleep of winter soothes autumn’s fire. Good poem and song.

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