• My Poems

    Lessons in Autumn-A Poem

    One must gather a chair, a cushion, a small setting table field glasses, cup of tea, these grand books like quiet friends then sit. One must sit, knees crossed in cushioned chair anchored in the too tall grass, eyes to the hawthorn and bayberry, waving maple, water-sounding leaves on air. One must train the eye, not strain but rest on beauty- aleaf and aberry, expecting the rush and wave of ruby¬† to hide a robin or two. One must, footside, be amazed at this blazing October day, flames of foliage an avian chamber of surprises, ever changing, never ending one of a kind Autumn. One must. ~~~~~~~~ I’ve been reading…