Tag Archives: autumn

The Peace of Dogs

It’s the most beautiful day ever because it is warm, but not hot, breezy, but not  windy, a perfect- ly ordinary and precious day for August only it’s October and so we share this gift together, Clover and I, and … Continue reading

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Snow Buntings, First of November

Blown in on the first November wind, you skitter Before me, twelve white birds, Same as every year, here For a day to loose my month Of sadness, twelve souls Come back, perfectly white Until you take flight low Above … Continue reading

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20 short lines for a distant friend

The cranes have gone and most of the geese and all but the topmost golden aspen leaves. Aspen grow fast and thick as blades of grass in the sun-fed clearings where pines don’t last. Aspen grow fast but most of … Continue reading

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Acorns

It is still dark on the road to happiness and autumn chills my fingers as I grip the handle bars a little too tightly. Acorns crunch under the bike tires. They crack with a sharp snap that splits the coalescing … Continue reading

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Requiem

A plain white cross stands amid dun cattails in wind like a sore throat. Tom and Suzanne were nearly killed one snowy night — a jolt — the winter before they divorced. The maples already are bare and the aspen have gone … Continue reading

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Evensong, Autumn in the Boreal Anthropocene

Black bird, raven, gliding on cold, damp air, croaking the gutteral, plangent song of the old, feathered god. The dogs run through ditches where ferns are laid down by wind and rain to sleep under the weight of snow. They … Continue reading

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Late autumn in this northern land

The sky is made of splotchy blue smoke, corrugated steel, radium decayed to lead.   It presses down the dead still air that is huddled, trying to disappear.   The fields are mottled brown thatch strewn with yellow cat’s eye … Continue reading

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