Birthday
Every year a leaf falls,
one at a time, hands,
days full of raking, scattering
and I come to see
the bare tree
of us
against the sunlight
strewn in branches, shimmering
naked against all
those colors
you give me tumbling
free within
a small, a time together
walking in woods
— David Radavich
Local poets were writing about contemporary events in the Sangamo
Journal as early as the 1830s. People’s Poetry wants you to share your thoughts
on what’s happening in Springfield today–in poetic form. Poems on any subject
will be considered, but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged.
Send yours to books and poetry editor Corrine Frisch c/o Illinois Times,
P.O. Box 5256, Springfield, IL 62705, or to caf1025@aol.com with “People’s Poetry” in the subject line. (Please limit your submissions to
poems of 14 lines or less.)
This article appears in Oct 9-15, 2003.
