This poem, entitled “Winter’s Autumn,” is one of the favorites I have written.
Often, the simplest metaphors are the best. In this case, winter provided all I needed for a poem about longing.
All these silver leaves
pinched from their cloudy branches
now cascade and twist
down to the earth in flurries.
If only you came so easily
from such distances,
shaken from the sky,
spinning down to me.
I would stand outside all night
without my gloves or coat,
catching these riches
on my outstretched and wooden arms.
Note: Poem first published in The Avalon Literary Review in 2013.