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…
The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on the final chorus of crickets before sunrise, marking the quiet handoff from night to morning in the gentle…
The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on a meadow wrapped in early morning fog, where late summer begins the day with softness, quiet, and gentle…
The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on the long shadows of late summer, where even familiar boundaries become softened by evening light and the quiet…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on the quiet contrast between the natural rhythms of a summer night and the solitary glow of a screen…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on the lingering evening light of early summer, when the day feels reluctant to end and the porch becomes…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on crickets after dark as the quiet music of a summer night, where sound gently takes the place of…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on a screened porch at evening as a threshold space where summer slows into shelter, quiet, and lingering light.…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on a July evening as the gentle slowing of a hot summer day into shade, softness, and rest. The…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on a porch swing at dusk as a place of rest, slowing, and quiet summer ease after the brightness…
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