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“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading
Spendthrift autumn dances, winds tossing the bright coin of trees in her wake. Leaves—red, golden, brown–curl dry, caught where shrubs meet earth, huddle near roots. Rain softens spent leaves. Frugal winter hoards autumn’s debris in root cellars, stocks those cold … Continue reading
I start a yellow poem: A bee trails yellow pollen from bloom to bloom…. Sunflowers trace arcs east to west blazing yellow back at their commander…. A yellow villain beats cowardly retreat although his gunfight’s just begun…. In an ancient … Continue reading
September cornstalks, Parchment dry, tasseled teepees. Air, sweet as cider. Nights raucous with sound, Crickets, cicadas, darkness Alive with buzzing. * October days, crisp As Macintosh apples, Brisk, tangy, green. Mornings: riotous Grackles chatter. Finches Bob on thistle heads. * … Continue reading