Poetry / Poets

Indian Summer by Mark Nenadov

It’s a sign of the times
when leaves fall fast
and conceal the crimes
of the moles and voles.

The stalks of corn
stack shame and scorn
on the weathered old men
drooping on their decks,
dejected and forlorn,
aching that October is near.

And now it’s time for fall,
or an Indian summer
from a nursery rhyme
as the trees sway on
knitting stitches
in piles of leaves
littered next to the pond.

Mark Nenadov is a poet from Essex, Ontario, Canada. He lives with his lovely wife and their baby daughter. Mark’s poems have appeared in publications in the United States, Canada, Pakistan, and Ireland. He also has a poem in the Whisky Sour City anthology recently published by Black Moss Press. Seehttp://www.marknenadov.com for more details.


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