The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain restoring color to a sun-bleached fence, while a clinging leaf, a blurred pasture, and water moving…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the lower angle of autumn sunlight reaching farther into the kitchen, revealing crumbs, moving shadows, and gathered fruit…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the garden after its flowers have faded, when seed heads become food, shelter, and the means by which…
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 First Turning
–-This poem reflects on grapes gathered in the cool hours of an early autumn morning, when dew, ripened fruit, and thinning leaves…
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…
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 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…
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