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larryhammerFor Poetry Monday:
Final Autumn, Annie Finch
Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard.
Light drives lower and one bluejay crams
our cold memories out past the sun,
each time your traces come past the shadows
and visit under my looking-glass fingers
that lift and block out the sun.
Come—I’ll trace you one final autumn,
and you can trace your last homecoming
into the snow or the sun.
From a 2003 collection, viaconuly. I’ve read and greatly enjoyed a few of Finch’s edited anthologies, but not much of her poetry. I need to rectify this.
---L.
Subject quote from Landslide, Fleetwood Mac (written by Stevie Nicks shortly before she joined the band).
Final Autumn, Annie Finch
Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard.
Light drives lower and one bluejay crams
our cold memories out past the sun,
each time your traces come past the shadows
and visit under my looking-glass fingers
that lift and block out the sun.
Come—I’ll trace you one final autumn,
and you can trace your last homecoming
into the snow or the sun.
From a 2003 collection, via
conuly. I’ve read and greatly enjoyed a few of Finch’s edited anthologies, but not much of her poetry. I need to rectify this.---L.
Subject quote from Landslide, Fleetwood Mac (written by Stevie Nicks shortly before she joined the band).