Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Equinox Dawn—New Murfin Verse

 The doomed boxelder tree and it hale neighbor, the five-trunk silver maple.

It’s the Autumnal Equinox.  In the grey dawn yesterday morning as I went out to retrieve the newspaper from the driveway I was inspired.

Equinox Eve Morn

September 21, 2021

Murfin Estate

Crystal Lake


The first few leaves flutter down

            from the old, slowly dying Boxelder

            in the breaking grey light of dawn,

            most of the thinning leaves not yet turned.


The vigorous five-trunk silver maple

            whose crown enlaces it

            has not even begun to turn

            nor have any of the other trees

            on our small lot.


A wind from the far-off Lake

            breaks yesterday’s heat and humidity,

            on cue the seasons are shifting.


Like that old junk tree

            I can feel myself dropping my own leaves

            tentatively but surely.


My time, too, is slipping away.


—Patrick Murfin

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