Tuesday, August 9, 2011

And It Was Autumn

It rained while I slept.
I dreamed quiet ponies
grazing on a hill.

In the morning,
the orchard grass
smelled damp and fresh.

Red apples glistened, heavy
on low-hanging branches.

By Terry Martin

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Terry Martin is an English Professor at Central Washington University. Her second book of poems, The Secret Language of Women, was published by Blue Begonia Press in 2006. She lives in Yakima, Washington--The Fruit Bowl of the Nation. “Poetry—both reading it and writing it—reminds me to slow down, to breathe, to be here, now. And I need reminding.”

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