Oh, the joy of summer’s fall,
Tripping on her tassels tall,
Laughing with such deep release
The ombre maples blush.

How she twirls through apple trees–
Such a brief, chromatic breeze
That the blitheness of her pall
Outdoes the spring-ing thrush.



Luke Hahn is a freshman at Concordia University Wisconsin. He is in their pre-seminary program, specifically as a theological languages major. Last year he won SCP’s high school poetry contest.



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3 Responses

  1. C.B. Anderson

    I looked up “ombre” and found that it was a card game popular in past centuries. What the hell do you mean there? Is it that leaves are somehow like the cards in a short deck? As for the rest of the poem, I find it inchoate at best, though Sally Cook is correct in pointing out the “nice” images you generated. But beyond the images, does this poem have any rational content?


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