poem - grace grits and gardening

autumn fade

November 30, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

Autumn disappears.

While I sit at my desk writing and thinking,

brilliant fades to brown.

Russet leaves, once aflame,

float to the sidewalks one by one

like words on the page.

Dry, piled underfoot, leaves crunch as I walk.

Bare branches reveal giant squirrel nests

and clumps of mistletoe—hidden there the whole time.

Frosty mornings and cold nights.

Another Arkansas full moon.

Soon it will be Christmas.

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

One Mav, Two Mav

July 11, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

One Mav, Two Mav,
Green Mav, Blue Mav,

Ex-Mav, Blue Mav,
Old Mav, No Mav.

This one had a little star.

This one left in his little car.

Say! What a lot of ex-Mavs there are.

Yes. Some are here. Most are not.

Some are old and none are hot.

Some are sad and none are glad.

And some are very, very bad.
Why are they sad and old and bad?

I don’t know. Go ask your dad.
Some are tall and some are thin. The tall one has a pointy chin.
From there to here, from here to there, stupid things everywhere.

Here are some who like to run. They run for fun in the hot Dallas sun.
Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
Cuban lets alot of stupid things go by.

Some go to Knicks some to Nets.
Some should come to Dallas I bet.
Where can Mark buy new Mavs?
I can’t say, but he’ll have
To go a long, long way.

We see them come.
But mainly they go.
Some are fast.
And some are slow.
All are high and
Cost a lot of dough.
Not one of them is like another.
Don’t as us why.
Go ask your mother.

The Mavs are gone. The Mavs were fun.
Maybe someday another one.
Every day, from here to there. Stupid things are everywhere.

talya

Musical Pairings:

It’s Over, Elvis Presley