Poems, Seasons

What Else (Autumn Meditation) …

The way the trees empty themselves of leaves, let drop their ponderous fruit, the way the turtle abandons the sun-warmed log, the way even the late-blooming aster succumbs to the power of frost— this is not a new story. Still, on this morning, the hollowness of the season startles, filling the rooms of your house,… Continue reading What Else (Autumn Meditation) …