Crickets get loud

crickets �- get loud this time of year
the fall of leaves 🍁 deaden in my ear;
over the quiet tempest
of Mother Nature’s feathery nest,
a gridiron tramples fringe lunacies
of men who once dreamt of being
warriors,
but became nine-to-five quarriers.
as barbarians wage war
under a ring of fiery inebriation,
a lady named Florence
scatters her pestilence overhead,
laying waste to Saturday plans,
drowning cows, chickens,
pigs, breaking river crests -
One of “the wettest” hurricanes
We’ve seen yet, said the president.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a mind-piquing collection of autumn observations that shine with originality! Far from any typical fall poem, you serve your markers with a bit of camouflage, so I had to think to be sure what you're saying in each case. Not sure how to read those last two lines, I'm so accustomed to blowing off anything the guy ever says. Maybe this is just a typical banality. All in all, this is the most imaginative way to describe autumn that I've seen lately & I love your title (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie