For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day. Today Regina recounts joy for the letter "J".
Widows of fall discarded and
oppressed by winter's icy slumber.
Bland browns, faint yellows
not sought after by
Dry, brittle leaves decomposing
to create the stench of
Once late September's crown jewels
now forest floor litter
where wild green chives
poke through taunting me
with the taste of rebirth.