Amy Secrist

Tag: autumn

  • of grasping and giving (II)

    The rubied pearls of pomegranate sparkle in their halved bowl, the depth of red juice filling in the gaps where the membrane segments and cradles the seeds like yolks in whites in shells. The full leafed plants languish in the November garden while the children push their root systems into their still-warm earth, crushing the…

  • Hope Song

    Through the course of preoccupation with understanding I keep shadowed under the canopy of a forest built with efforts of every shape: goldened oaks, and old worries, fired maples and malcontent, bronzed birches and weeping brokenness, flamed crab-apples and crooked-perfection; the leaves are snapping free of the twig, while mistakes release to the noisy wind.…

  • Storing Up

    Bare feet in the October afternoon we peel apart the flowering silks of season-ending sweet corn; the scent of sugared earth floats as we tear the still-green leaves revealing rows of cobbed kernels. Snapping free the stalk and tossing aside the husk, we lay the ear by for blanching. The girls yank and pull and…