fall poetry
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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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The Tree (Part 2)
The final poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves. This one is for you. Happy Fall, indeed. Continue reading
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The Tree (Part 1)
Part 1 of The Tree in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves. Tomorrow, I post Part 2 which is also the final poem in this collection. We always ignore the actual bare bones of the tree come fall. But oh, it does beautiful work! How steady and strong its presence. It’s the backbone of fall.… Continue reading
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Season’s Greeting
the fifth poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves. Things we can’t ignore. . . The current state of us and the reality of our world and how it all coincides. You’ve got to acknowledge what you’re sad about, what you hoped would happen, but didn’t & what you wish could be, but… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 