Tanglewood by Kenneth Salzmann

At home steamy days give way

to a welcome chill

the coolness wraps itself around us

as the sun recedes and the music,

ensorcelling, begins

and it’s darkening earlier

the pears are ripening

the seasons are seeking

a fragile impossible

balance as August ends.


Kenneth Salzmann’s poems appear in numerous print and online journals and anthologies. His recent book, THE LAST JAZZ FAN AND OTHER POEMS, is available from Amazon. He lives in Mexico.

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