Danny P. Barbara – Two poems

Harvest in the Blue Ridge

I celebrate autumn so
Bright and blue eyed
Dream like the cool nights
Cup my hands
Like the valleys and mountains
In the Blue Ridge
For I am blond as the harvest sun
Sing with joy
Open the refrigerator door
Pull out the tray of apples
Or untwist the honey jar
Cap on the kitchen counter
Relish the apple butter with
My Southern tongue.

**

Coming Home from the Mountains

Coming
home

around
the
curves
and
over
the
hills

stopping
at
the
roadside
stand

buying
peaches
and
tomatoes,
a
taste
of
the
mountains

mouth
watering
for
apple
butter
and
chow
chow.

Maybe
next
time
around.

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