off the tip of Fall
watching the archer
bending his bow
sending his shaft
to the heart of green
splirting out reds
splotching trees, spots,
covering ground beneath.
Soon all is covered with a crusted blook blanket.
Dead.
Then,
coffined in crystal,
buried in white.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 