The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the first cool wind arriving across a harvested field, revealing itself through silvered leaves, moving household objects, and…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on blue jays gathering acorns in early autumn, when their sharp calls and flashes of cobalt animate the oak…
The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on acorns as late summer vessels of possibility, where the fullness of one season quietly contains the beginnings of…
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