Like a leaf, or as migrating birds,
I feel myself falling. A familiar thing
that happens every year as weather cools
and my garden dies. I try landing
safely. Some years succeeding. Some years failing.
Falling Out of Summer
Like a leaf, or as migrating birds,
I feel myself falling. A familiar thing
that happens every year as weather cools
and my garden dies. I try landing
safely. Some years succeeding. Some years failing.
Writing the Day 