The Bright Descent
–-This poem reflects on the orchard ladder at the close of harvest, where the work of gathering fruit gives way to fading…
The Bright Descent
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain deepening the color of maple and sumac leaves even as it loosens them from the branches,…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the first unmistakably cool night of early autumn, when pauses in the crickets’ song, the scent of fallen…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the return of a wool blanket as autumn nights grow colder, where cedar scent, rain at the window,…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on the first autumn evenings when lamps are needed before supper, as the garden loses its light and the…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on preparing apples for preserving in early autumn, where the circling knife, rising steam, and cooling jars bring the…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on a field changing from summer green to autumn bronze, where seed heads, wind, grasshoppers, and the last evening…
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…
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