Spiraling Home

I'm putting this together between thunderstorms this morning, so I'll be brief.

The poem, I think, pretty well speaks for itself.

The illustration (if I can get it posted in a hurry) is one of my watercolors.

Did I hear thunder again? Let's go directly to the poem:

SPIRALING HOME

I have carried with me

Southern Illinois autumns,

fragile and enduring,

all these brittle years.

Still they comfort me,

memories showering down

in the autumn of my life.

Leaves spiraling to feathery

soft landings on woodland soil

waiting patiently for them,

children finally returning

to their beginnings.

© 1995

(originally published in Midwest Poetry Review)

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Today's word:

enduring