Nine Eleven: 10 Years Later
Heavy skies drop rain
daily in intermittent waves
this old summer cottage
of ours harbors air eddies
demands the wood stove
current-sucking heater coils
extra layers, sweaters, wool
socks; trees wave remnants
of their storm-seared leaves.
Potted foliage sags its greenery
fallen petals stain the porch floor
Irene
No turbines in the Sound yet
wind makes its presence
felt the old-fashioned way
my old Vic of a house
rocks and sways with gusts
blowouts of freed-up energy
Plants take up residence in
the safety of inside next to
hammock, porch chairs and grill
tables fend for themselves
bushes and shrubs wear Wilt-Proof
