1. more beets, 2. red books, 3. autumn colours 2, 4. Blood of Christ
autumn approaches from the west
and from the root
cold clear air swoops in as
september rises from the soil
draws up the trunks of maple
the stems of sumac, serviceberry, ivy
leaves newly copper and crimson
rustle and rattle
and fall
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You’re just blowing me away. . .your poems are so beautiful!
they feel like they’ve been waiting in there a long time to come out. . .