Fall Impression

In that fall of Nebraska's weather so dying,

Sun-jaded trees ungreened and thundered color

Reverberating the world, ‘Going’ to the limit;                                            

They left tremoring rainbows earth-bound and shingled

In the wind--melted yellow, orange, and maroon,

Fingerpaints amess, leaved in the black wrought branches;

Then with the stroke of the northerly gusts,

The zagged etchings counterwheeled in swirling emotion—

Hacking our senses, hueing our minds until glazed--

And so reeled diagonally down in that kaleidoscoping Monet.    

Daniel E. Wilcox

Published in The Write Side Up  2007

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Yosemite

And when I feel crippled in my mind

        I remember that young man on the turn out
                                                         by the asphalt--
                                                         down
                                                         the granite canyon
        boulders strewn in the gnashing river—where he sat, cradled
                                                         in his chromed wheel chair,
                                                         stubby haired, thumb extending
                                                         his face a calm question

                                                         to the window glass stares
                                                                                    of touring cars.

Daniel E. Wilcox

Published in The Indite Circle

June 2007

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