Mid-Fall Poems

Nov 26, 2025

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Another autumn 
freeze catches the water still
hose-bound and waiting.

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Perched over molted
drifts—instead of eggs, chickens 
regrowing feathers.

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The reduction to
shades of brown—revelation 
of manifold hues.

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Grant me the patience
of houseplants, waiting out low 
light, human errors 
in watering, pests, dry air—
controlling nothing, they grow.

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Dining light under 
repair—early dark broken
in candlelight’s glow. 

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Sharing stories by
candlelight, the broken light
forgotten by all.

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COVID vaccine just
after the cold—season of
fresh immunity.

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It’s still there—the pain, 
the soul that without the pain 
I had forgotten.

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Cold snap! The molting
hen shivers, fluffing out a
sharp coat of bare quills. 

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Shivering in a
jacket of mostly quills, one
late-molting chicken.

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With sunrise, the crack
of rifles close by, distant—
November fifteenth.

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Slices of deer heart
nourish the hunters—bone tired
after butchering.

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Immersed in the good
autumn chores—washing little 
red venison flecks
from the grinder, bowls—choosing
presents for each beloved.

Selected Poems