Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And …
An Autumn Prayer
Trees make a tunnel, red and orange foliage, branches arched over roads. Headlights cut haze, that crawls across streets leaves give themselves to wind, dance and tumble in decay. This warmth reminds me of mid-May, when crocuses reach up like tiny fingers. I study the sky, the widening blue canvas pushing out gray. I want …
Facing Late Autumn
In light of the winding down of Summer—oh, the sad, sweet departure of blue skies and dazzling colors and wistful stray clouds dancing along the horizon and lazy afternoons at the swimming hole—and the coming of, dare I say it, Fall and, ultimately (arg!) Winter, I am re-posting this seasonal poem by the incomparable Brian …
Facing Late Autumn
The leaves lay like a wound, red and deep across the lawn, while what remains is frightened away by bursts of November wind. I look at concrete-gray clouds and sigh, knowing it is time to cover flower beds, yank out roots of annuals, their petals shriveled and frail, as fine as dust released to the …
Within the Circuit of this Plodding Life
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet Or anemone, when the spring strews them By some meandering rivulet, which make The best philosophy untrue that aims But to console man for his grievances. I have remembered when the winter came, High in …