Black Squirrel

      Black Squirrel

Black squirrel leaping out

and dashing -

in a world of gray

you are

exquisite depth

like an eye's pupil

widening in the dim

of winter lit woods.

 

 

                       poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab

An Autumn Poem by Anne Selden Annab: A Sycamore Leaf in Fall

              A Sycamore Leaf in Fall



Autumn leaves and a little squirrel-
plus a rapid rain drenching all.


Scampering down our tall maple tree
the little squirrel blends into the wet bark.


He pauses. Then leaps, landing on a wet
sycamore leaf that is larger than he is by far.


That big leaf is on an edge. The squirrel's front paws,
frantic for traction, claw and the leaf moves

moves like a magic carpet sweeping him up and over.
The little squirrel lands...  and finds shelter.

poem copyright ©2019 Anne Selden Annab