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 blue jays gathering acorns in early autumn, when their sharp calls and flashes of cobalt animate the oak…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on sunflowers bowing beneath the weight of their seeds in early autumn, when flowers that followed the summer sun…
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