Sue Scalf

Email: PoetScalf@aol.com
Web Site: http://members.aol.com/poetscalf
Published in: America, Carolina Quarterly, English Journal, Southern Review, Georgia Journal, Elk River Review
Books: South By Cadlelight, Ceremony of Names, Devil's Wine

HARVEST

That green fruit, a bitter persimmon,
hard as our young bodies
in childhood and early marriage,
has become this ripe gold
I savor now,
a sweetness on my tongue.
I stand tonight alone in this autumn garden
and hear the locusts' undulating whirr,
a late bird's call.
A crescent moon hangs like a scythe in the tree.
How I wish you were here.
Only the breeze touches my hair.

from Ceremony of Names, Druid Press, 1990

- Poetry - Poet Lover Victim What Did the Mentally Ill Do on the Second Day Out No Deaths, No Mysteries to Solve Hither and Yon - Two Voices Tributes and Such Harvest The Appaloosa Invitation Untitled Dandelion Man - Prose - They Sleep, They Walk How to Build an Impossible Staircase - Plays - An Untitled One Act