I heard a¬†poem being read on NPR the other day. I thought it was so lovely and wanted to share it with you. Autumn The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." And tonight the heavy … Continue reading Falling

Counting Gifts

On my walk, jewels mark my path as if Royalty had just passed by. Gold, ruby, emerald in every shade...pooled under trees, scattered across the sidewalk, huddled in patches along the street. Hovering gray skies served only to heighten their jeweled glow. I genuflect to pick them up, one by one. Each a different shape. … Continue reading Counting Gifts