Sunday, September 5, 2010


there is an urgency
in the green
of the trees
behind my house

leaves so seriously
on coloring
the cooling light
as it falls to the ground

as if they know
the nearness
of winter's


Jennifer Ruth Jackson said...

Beautiful as always. I know people say you shouldn't compare what you write to someone else but I wish I had your words. You are still one of my favorite poets. Honest.

Jonnia Smith said...

Jennifer, if I could reach you, I'd give you a big hug! Thank you for the encouragement. I thoroughly enjoy your blog, as well. ;o)

Susan Woodring said...

So beautiful, Jonnia--I love this.

Jonnia Smith said...

Thank you so much, Susan!

christopher said...

Jonnia! What a sight for sore eyes. As ever, I love the compact way you say things. As ever you gift me with a way to reply.

A Dream Of Fall's Approach

This life does matter,
so momentous in this time
not mine to hold
in the come and go
of the moon, the sun, the love,
all dangerous slopes.

I would give gardens
to you, riots of color
and so many sounds,
so many winged shapes,
then the cool comes close behind
as it ever does.

Jonnia Smith said...

"as it ever does"

Christopher, I can't begin to tell you how honored I feel when you write a poem in response. Thank you, my friend!