I WANT TO WRITE MY POEM NOW
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:39pm
I saw the first of Falling Leaves
in Their spectacular redness
surrounding a mud puddle
in The Post Office Parking Lot
— One landed on My Wind Shield
and caught on a wiper
to lift Itself
to Me
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
I feel like I’m saying this a lot lately – but really, really good. 🙂
Thank you, and maybe I’m not saying this enough!