Laure-Anne Bosselaar: About My Birthday
when the last leaves let go, let go,
have all let go, & it’s almost winter again —
don’t remember my birthday
December 9, 2024 · 30 Comments
Barbara Crooker: Poem For My Birthday
Send me a heart of gratitude for this long afternoon
of goldenrod light falling across my typewriter
and a sky so blue I want to bite it like an apple.
November 23, 2022 · 5 Comments
Robert Frost: Reluctance
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
December 18, 2020 · 12 Comments
Arlene Weiner: November
He tears off summer’s dress,
exposes trunk and limb, threatens
worse coming. Yet he brings gifts…
November 4, 2019 · 3 Comments
