September 26, 2025 At the Turning It is the turning seasonwhen oaks and hickoriesrising skywardflutter leavesgreen and stubbornwhile maples and dogwoodsslip on red, russet, and goldand the last of the hummingbirdssip from the nectarand one by onethe last of the firefliesflit by the half-opened windowand the last of the sunflowersbrilliant and brightfade like starsin aContinueContinue reading “At the Turning: A Poem”
Spirit Reflections 