In That Winter Meadow
clapboard sinks into its colorlessness. Pale drift- wood’s banked by leaves. The year fades with the frost. The last maples camouflage where there were deer tracks, leaves eddy around the new apple. Acorns carpet pewter stones. One patch of scarlet hangs on, blazes like a fire into darkness.
Read MoreFeatured Works: Week of Oct 30 (Fall Garden)
Deep into Autumn here in the Northeastern part of the United States, our contributors cultivate a vision of the season. “Incoming Fall” by Joanna Weston provides a snapshot of a garden in early fall. “For Solitude’s Sake” by John Grey evokes that certain quality of autumn light that produces conflicting emotions. “Biophilia” by Michael Estabrook captures a moment of beauty in a backyard garden. “The Garden of God” by Michael H. Brownstein uses the garden as a metaphor for grief. “Cauldron” by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen reveals to us the calm magic of sunset. “Fall in...
Read MoreFall in Philadelphia
Days burst with time. Leaves aflame with color. We trudged through neat piles toward grownup-hood. We had all that we wanted. Youth untouched by earthquakes and aftershocks, we found shelter from the autumn chill playing touch football with neighbors. Unaware we wanted for nothing. This morning an oil painting beckons— a gazebo strewn with wispy vines and landscape of pink blossoms— draws me to dream, backward and forward. We want all that we...
Read MoreBiophilia
Love of Nature 1 In my wife’s garden darkening at dusk bats flit soundlessly above azaleas and forsythias. While in the shadows below in the final moments of twilight paper-thin pink morning glories glow. 2 I don’t know what plants are growing in the shade down beneath the bird feeder but they’re growing so I haven’t the heart to clip them or pluck them out or cover them up with peat moss or mulch. 3 Sitting out on the back deck watching the sky with all its blue tumbling down through the branches and leaves of the trees reaching all the way to the ground. 4 In the middle of the...
Read MoreFor Solitude’s Sake
sun, at last, showing a little of that vaporous red and orange late October originality, shadows cut with scissors, pale light and even paler glitter. an all-star cast of insect noises, wind picking up so trees can toss their tops off – an emptiness in the heart won’t do – your absence has these better ways of explaining...
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