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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 Audacity – a poem for winter nights
The following is one of the few poems I wrote in the fall when I was finalizing Carol of the Mourning Dove and sharing it with the world. While it was a poem inspired by my sunflowers in the autumn, I think it is quite a fitting dare and resolution for these winter nights. I… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 