In Love With Autumn
In Love with Autumn When I was in my spring, I didn’t care for autumn much. The aspen would turn gold for a week, letting you know It was time to buckle down…
In Love with Autumn When I was in my spring, I didn’t care for autumn much. The aspen would turn gold for a week, letting you know It was time to buckle down…
I've been writing winter solstice poems for close to fifty years. Not every year, but this profound solar event seems to present itself to me over and over as a moment to take seriously, in…