A poem for Autuum

Careing Love for one not of our own

Careing Love for one not of our own

Assurance

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or in the silence after lightning before it says
its names — and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles — you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head —
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.

—William Stafford

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2 thoughts on “A poem for Autuum

  1. Write more, thats all I have to say. Literally, it seems as though you relied on the video to
    make your point. You clearly know what youre talking about, why
    throw away your intelligence on just posting videos to your weblog when
    you could be giving us something enlightening to read?

    • keyboard guy…thanks for the encouragement. I haven’t put any videos on my site to my knowledge.
      But thanks for thinking I’m intelligent and could write something enlightening to read.
      You are so kind. I’ll work on posting. Diane

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