The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on squirrels gathering walnuts in early autumn, where stained paws, a hidden cache, and split green husks reveal the…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on mushrooms appearing beneath an elm after autumn rain, where their overnight arrival, a snail’s silver trail, and a…
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 autumn ritual of pressing apples, where the orchard’s gathered fruit becomes cider while the scents, sounds, and…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on an empty clothesline in early autumn, where the absence of summer laundry, a resting sparrow, and clothes drying…
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 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 first cool wind arriving across a harvested field, revealing itself through silvered leaves, moving household objects, and…
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…
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