I’m tired of autumn
extending, chilling,
deciduous friends
raked and recycled
tired of seeing them
harvested midsummer
for the benefit of middle-men
tired of spring planting
dead of root rot, cancer,
grubs, and car crash.
Let there be ice,
and let me move north.
Give me new crisp trail
and clear cold noon
claiming no growth
but of icy daggers
no life but that
which set out
this frozen morning
to breathe gray-white clouds
spreading into sharp blue air.
And let me breathe.
There is a Season by John McDermott | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
John McDermott, New Jersey poet, has spent much time living and teaching in China and Japan. Former poetry editor of US1 Worksheets, he has performed at the G.R.Dodge Poetry Festival several times, and his poems have been published in Japan and the USA. His book The Long Way Home came out in 2005.
