The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain passing over a woodpile prepared during summer, darkening the grain and gathering around the stored fuel…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the first walnuts falling in early autumn, when their sudden knocks, bruised green husks, and the work of…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on milkweed pods opening in early autumn, when seeds formed through summer are released into the wind while a…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on barn swallows gathering before migration, pausing together above the pasture after a summer in flight as the first…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on pears ripening indoors as early autumn cools the garden, where fruit gathered from the tree continues to gather…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on a spiderweb made briefly visible by autumn dew, where the changing light reveals a delicate structure that remains…
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 windfall apples at the beginning of autumn, where harvest, loss, and the orchard’s unseen visitors share the sweetness…
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,…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the first fallen leaf at autumn’s edge, where a single mark of color makes the season’s quiet turning…
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