Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Autumn Light

By Anne Whitehouse

A faint breeze ruffles
the last leaves on the trees,
and a parade of dead leaves
skids over the dry dock,
light enough to float
over the surface of the quarry
with its deep, dark waters.
The sky has opened up,
beautiful and terrible.
It is time to go.


Anne Whitehouse is the author of three collections of poetry: The Surveyor's Hand, Blessings and Curses, and Bear in Mind, and a novel, Fall Love. Her poetry, short stories, essays, reviews, and articles have been widely published. She is a graduate of Harvard and Columbia. Please visit her website, www.annewhitehouse.com.

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