Elmer's English 304 Magazine

Poetry

Maple Leaf Clusters

Each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
                             -- Wilfred Owen

Snapping on at dusk under the burnt horizon
The street lamps unveil
Maple leaf clusters
Redeemed from the night frost
Huddling near the warmth of their glow.

My pale shadow passes me up Dunbar hill
The stripped naked boughs
Distort Yule lights
Early in November butts December
Curtains drawn on parlour lamps gleaming.

E.G. Wiens