Of the Seasons
of the seasons when we talk
how, hour by hour now
the summer fades, its flowers gone
plant by plant the species brown
fall or stand, if that’s the nature
of the wind in season.how friends and
lovers
mellow with the fall
words of warmth and light
yellow with the leaves
and their glowing warmth
with a reaching touch
about a world, about.
how the
fireplace about
we group and warm
talk and feel the quiet.
the apparent, winter quiet
—William Dellinger, Cherry Box,
Missouri, is a farmer and member of Mt.
Pisgah Mennonite Church.
Roof
of Tin
waking in the night,
hearing the falling rain,
i wished for a roof of tin,
asleep.
—William Dellinger
I
Think I Know
i think i know,
that white-haired man,
it’s someone i will be.
he follows the cowpath carefully,
the sun has just now set,
they moan and bell-ring before him,
returning to the night-grazed field.
—William Dellinger
Poems
published by permission of author and
Pandora Press U.S., all rights reserved.
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