A POEM by NOLCHA FOX

THIS IS NOT THAT KIND OF POEM


This is not a poem of complaint.

This is not a poem of sorrow.

I have no blood or pus to expel.

I have no ire or angst to depress.


I only want to mention

the wind shimmering the leaves

is why it’s a

quaking aspen.

Hints of bright red

painted on leaves

is why it’s a

burning bush.

The slant of the light

I can’t inhale

is why it’s a

change to autumn.

I only want to mention

the sparkling air

is why it’s a

call to joy.

 

Nolcha Fox (@NolchaF) has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. That led to a long career in technical writing. She retired into creative writing. Her poems have been published in WyoPoets News, Duck Head Journal, Ancient Paths, Dark Entries, The Red Lemon Review, Agape Review, and Bullshit Lit.