What Last Golden River Run: 17 Canoe Poems for Autumn

  Not because of what I almost told

  My boss's boss on Tuesday

  Or because the veranda needs shingles

  And the garden should be turned over soon

  Maybe because the prices of apples

  Is less than the round of donuts

  And the sound of small birds

  Is soft, like melted copper drops

  Maybe because I'm out here on the lake, chasing bass

  Only because the canoe was blue

  This September day is warm, the tackle-box brown

  And the aspens a darling shade of yellow.

  ****

  End

  Lenny Everson lennypoet@hotmail.ca or Google “Lenny Everson”

  Illustrations by Lois Foell and Lenny Everson