What a Day This Is (and Yesterday and Tomorrow)

Although I have been trying for a Very Long Time

forever more or less To Describe What I See to Describe

What I Hear To Describe and Describe  started with neighbors

Julia C. Steele her secret lover Rebecca McGrath

Ida B. Gordon on the other side she didn’t love her husband Harry  took me years

to see what days look like to look at days especially days in August when there is an

Upstate New York Green far greater than Green  no green words enough

for how this feels   I sit inside lush dense yes miraculous growing life

even tomatoes and hydrangea and wild orange liles even black locust trees

every single year this year especially because of rain and hope and because

of how life happens in spite of us and because of us too

although summer does not last forever nothing does except

August and Green even if you can’t describe them not really you can try you can

hint you can even allude or you can just sit right here.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. Lush green Augusts …love the poem…we are having this in WesternMass also due to the rain….the orange lilies and even some butterflies are here. wish we could bottle this month. You did, with your poem.

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