Wednesday, October 22, 2014


The yellow flowers
pierce my lungs
in the wait for winter
to ease breathing
from this last gasp
of fertility.
The leaves
will coat the land
and obstruct many seedlings 
from hunting the air
in the thick warm blue.
From beneath,
rescue will come
in the form of worms 
reducing the sails
to brittle scaffolding,
and releasing
the soldiers to conquer.

Robert L. Jackson III