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October 14, 2004

I Turn In This Season Toward Winter

Heavy as stone, I am falling. Illness
rises around me, a cold, lethargic sea.
I am sealed from autumn. All the warm
colors slide past my faded skin. Geese
follow the call of the sky, the lanterns
of stars. Their own white bodies carry
them home. Maples are clouded in halos
of gold. They hold in their burning arms
restless constellations of birds.

garden, Photos 2004, Poems

2 responses to “I Turn In This Season Toward Winter”

Ivy

October 15, 2004 at 11:47 am

Thank you for this image and poem–lovely.

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SB

October 16, 2004 at 4:58 pm

Thanks, Ivy. This is one of my favorite poems.

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A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

I Turn In This Season Toward Winter

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