The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the autumn equinox through a kitchen window, where sunlight and lamplight briefly share the glass while the movements…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the blue hour arriving earlier in autumn, when fading garden colors, lighted windows, and reflections in the glass…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on a garden stone retaining the day’s warmth as autumn evening gathers, offering one final resting place for a…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the screen door as a seasonal threshold, where summer’s constant passage between house and garden gives way to…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on asters blooming in the narrow strip beside a fence, where lingering summer light, the weight of a bumblebee,…
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