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written by: Leanne Howard Kenney



In the cold crisp, gray
morning air
dew hangs heavy
in the large
Elm Tree
split, branching trunk
under the weight of
jagged, asymmetrical
green, summer leaves
sitting upright
as branches
with long ago memories
of squealing children
Ring Around The Rosy
pockets full of pink posies
of picnics and felled lemonade roots
Rich taking the first Branch
Lea overtaking the third, fourth, fifth and Sixth
bird houses and tree houses
young love and carved knife hearts
old love and tree swinging by fits and by starts
now tiny black ants play where people used to lay
and fluffy-tailed squirrels
climb brown-barked branches
the children used to slay
and the orange and brown and yellow leaves
that used to be raked into
piles so high
Cars Couldn’t Get By
lay cemented to the ground
Like a
on a
Cloudless, Clear Eyed



Leanne Howard Kenney

Leanne Howard Kenney

My name is Leanne Howard Kenney.
I am a former speechwriter and press secretary for former San Diego City Councilmember current San Diego County Supervisor, Ron Roberts.
I am a former Sportswriter. A former political writer. A former public relations copy writer. A former newspaper reporter. A former . . .
Apparently, I am a former writer.
Well, that is not quite true.
I have been writing poetry on my own for quite a while. And, I have been writing the odd article here and there for my own and my friends' pleasure for years.
I started posting my poetry approximately a year ago. Where they came from, I know not.
I am just glad they came.
I hope you enjoy what I have to say.
Leanne Howard Kenney

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