The First Turning
Rain on the Woodpile
–-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 autumn rain passing over a woodpile prepared during summer, darkening the grain and gathering around the stored fuel…
Late Fall Brew
–—this is the day when the house itself starts preparing for winter, wood contracting, vents sighing, radiators clicking like old bones It…
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