Three Poems by Dinah Ryan

  • September 28, 2021
  • Poetry

I have fallen in love with winter,
with the day that ends at 3:45 in the afternoon.

with the man striding along the path grasping
a pink plastic bag that glows incandescent
although it only contains dish soap
and the cat food he carries home after work

with the bare limb that holds its red leaves
high like a flag, small but triumphant

with the lamps already lit beside the path
yellow orbs tangled in webbed branches
their faltering doubles suspended in the stream

with the twins in fuchsia coats
trotting beside their mother, their older
sister scuttling behind, anxious to keep up

with the midnight blue of the policeman’s jacket
beside the turquoise dolphin fountain.

Or, perhaps it is you I have fallen in love with again,
although it is only 9:45 in the morning where you are
and the light falls sere on your uncompleted tasks.

Forgive me. I swallowed these colors and became
a little drunk, but the shriveled green balloon
bumping along the cobblestones, punctuating
the dark, brought me home to you.

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