Down the stretch, late August: sad leftovers of once-orange day lilies. Half- browned fronds fall, cross- hatch, amass their quickly declining piling. But from the entry-way window, I can see again that runt hosta! It’s baring its buried leaves, flaunting the flaxen beige of its variegated edging, waving its fading purple pennants into the post-season. —first published in Muddy River Poetry Review
D. R. James, retired from nearly 40 years of teaching college writing, literature, and peace studies, lives with his psychotherapist wife in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. Having come late to poetry at 50, in the past 20 years he has published ten collections, the latest being Mobius Trip (Dos Madres Press). https://www.amazon.com/author/drjamesauthorpage