While other places are already blanketed in snow, here in Central Texas fall has finally really arrived. When the wind rises, we hear the patter of leaves against the house, and the lawn and flower beds are beginning to fill. The cypress trees along the water shine orange. Neighbors bundle in jackets (if temporarily) to walk their dogs. Thus, this poem seemed right for the moment. It’s been a double Joy Harjo month.
“Forever will be a day like this
Strung perfectly on the necklace of days.
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