Our poet this week is Steve Glines. Steve Glines is a widely published journalist, author of six books and hundreds of articles ranging from computer technology to the effects
of goose poop on football fields. He is the editor of the Wilderness House Literary Review and is Editor in Chief for ISCSPress.

First hint of frost

The air is chilly as the first touch of autumn rustles the still green
leaves.

They flock back to the schools and the universities; there is talk of
skiing.

Chilly snow covered mountains loom from the dark corners of the mind

but first the courtship of fall.

New maidens and gentlemen meeting for the first time like children in
grade school:
ogle each other and play the games of courtship.

The athlete flexes his sun stained body,
the classicist flexes his summer-rusted knowledge of Shakespeare.
and I, the poet, the peacock, spreads my tail.

– Steve Glines

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