autumnal thoughts
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Prelude – a poem for the days between summer & autumn
Say whatever you will about August not being autumn, (you’re right). But I have spent yearsstudying the subtle shift in its great light,the softer sun in itslate skythe sound of acornslanding from old, stalwartoaks,the children standingin the pathway, delighted,as leaves in the opening numberfall, the first to relinquish,a lecture in courage,I hear this loudand clear.… Continue reading
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A Composition of Harvest
In late winter, I heard the formidable crash of a huge oak tree on the hillside next to our home. Death for the old oak wasn’t the end and I write more of those thoughts here. It’s a stunning prelude to spring, but below I’ve posted the poem I wrote this autumn as I thought… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 