Danny P. Barbare has been published recently in Plainsongs, North Dakota Quarterly, and DASH. He attended Greenville Technical College where his poetry won the Jim Gitting’s Award. He lives in the Upstate of the Carolinas with his wife and family and sweet dog Miley.
The Squirrels Poem
The squirrel wanted to be A poem So I told it to hop from word To word And pause for awhile to Think Then get down to the nut of It Or plant the seed in the Earth To grow into a tree one day For a collection Or just save it for a winter day.
A squirrel knawing on acorns by day dreaming of the orange moon on crisp nights getting prepared for the bitter cold those pointed sharp tips of the wind autumn’s glass a thin shell of sleep that might sprout into an oak sitting on the horizon of a squirrel’s mind an acorn bouncing down the sidewalk wearing a wooden hat and a leaf and stem over its shoulder.
The Battle of Autumn
The leaves have begun Falling Soon I’ll be raking. Pushing a squeaky wheel Barrow. The tarpaulin being drug Across the grass. The piles and piles of wind. The dried bloody colors Of the sun.