Matthew Moffett lives in Mount Pleasant, Michigan, with his wife, two kids, and a Shetland sheepdog. His work has previously appeared in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, Bones, and Sonic Boom, among others.
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"BoiIing" makes me see the color fade and makes me anticipate the cold ahead.
An orange poem – lovely, Matthew! I don’t know if it is possible to boil the colour from vegetables, but when I see ‘autumn’ and ‘carrots’ in the same poem, I definitely see autumnal, orange hues.
"BoiIing" makes me see the color fade and makes me anticipate the cold ahead.
bright hues ???
a celebration
of the dying leaves
Ahh… a taste of what was, within the garden's hidden warmth; nicely seen Matthew. _m
when such colors blend
in stew of this harvests yield
silent gardens steam
An orange poem – lovely, Matthew! I don’t know if it is possible to boil the colour from vegetables, but when I see ‘autumn’ and ‘carrots’ in the same poem, I definitely see autumnal, orange hues.
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