RIOT IN NEW ENGLAND
By May Grant
We’ve had a riot here,
loud and flashy.
Overhead: Swooping, diving noisily,
disappearing over newly darkened trees.
We drive aimlessly
through streets filled with debris.
Look! New piles of pink & white
cover yesterday’s trash.
Down there! Yellow flags beckon
from a distance.
Their circular shapes emerge
as we impose our passing empire.
Purple and lavender stand like deposed royalty
waiting for the scythe.
High-pitched communication fills the air:
It’s Spring! spring! spring…
From every neglected, camouflaged retreat,
they preen, prepared for battle.
© 2013 May Cornelia Grant
May Cornelia Grant
May Cornelia Grant has been writing all her life, non-professionally. Her articles have appeared in numerous small magazines and newspapers.