Come dormant season


The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.

These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.

4 responses »

  1. Oh Amy!! Another gem!! I love everything about this poem. The “grounded sunset/ beneath the baring branches” is an incredible image and the “grounded stars” explode out of the writing. The “beginnings and agains” is a great ending. I have enjoyed, immensely, these last two compact pieces. And I, like your Mom, love the way your “see.” Wonderful!!! Happy October!!!

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