Milkweed In Autumn

This poem first appeared in the Fall, 2009 issue of Avocet.

Milkweed Opening

Milkweed in Autumn
Finally, the milkweed
cracks it outer oyster
shell, from inner darkness,
not a shiny water
slug, but crisp brown
eyelets with downy tails,
tiny, humble
peacock feathers.
These are summer’s last
whispers, silky
as an eyelash kiss, softer
than a murmured hum;
unknowing yet secure they float
across faded meadows.