by James Finn Garner
It’s time for apple picking
I need to clean the gutters
Might fix that drawer that’s sticking
Closet mess gives me shudders
Books to read, letters to pen,
Chores too numerous to name
I’d trade all this, plus more again
If I could watch another game.
Fall leaves turn orange, so long green
Around the corner’s Halloween
How seasons fly
We heave a sigh
The Cubs no more in seventeen. — Hilary Barta