Defiant Winds

Funnels of fallen leaves
swirl across my porch
as gusts of angry winds invade
and usher out November.
My efforts to chase them
into hiding are in vain.

They defy me in scolding whispers
on frigid concrete.
My broom is a useless tool
to chase them out of mischief
and on to where it is
that lovers meet.

By Harding Stedler

leaves blown against a fence

After graduating valedictorian of his high school graduating class, Harding Stedler went on to earn his B.S. in Ed., M.S in English Education, and his Ph.D. in English Education as well. He taught writing courses under the umbrella of the English Department in universities where he taught. In 1995, he retired from Shawnee State University in Portsmouth, Ohio, with 34 years of service. He now makes his home in Maumelle, Arkansas, and is an active member of the Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas as well as the River Market Poets in Little Rock.

Photo by Ronel Potgieter

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