Origami No. 24. "autumn".

Grove of birch trees in Whitnall Park, Greendale, WI. © Copyright 2009 Jeffrey James Ircink

i see the trees, sans leaves,

and realize i'm back home in wisconsin.

from cal-i-forn-i-A once i came,

eleven years i had been.

five months of winter lay ahead,

i roll my eyes in dread.

i harken back to the bliss of the west coast sun,

and quickly blurt out, "fuck this".

(Origami is sort of my catchword for a featured blog post that highlights my original writings - could be an excerpt from one of my plays, a poem, a song, a rant, a rave, a cursing, etc. Origami is the art of folding paper (the word is of Japanese origin). Or, it could be the creative juices of someone else I know - or don't know. So, within the folds of this particular blog feature you may find something really beautiful, meaningful or poignant.)