This week’s selection is a tiny, gentle poem by the ever-masterful Lucille Clifton. (If I could only put one poet in the poetry box going forward, Lucille Clifton would be high on my list.) I like sliding small poems in the box, as they are so friendly to a brief pause while walking by.
Here in Central Texas, this poem is timely. While other places get their first snows, we finally have crisp blue days and bits of color in the trees. My front yard is strewn with elm leaves. Things shift. I find myself wanting to offer a prompt to go with this gem of a poem: Write about a time when letting go was love.
Happy Late Autumn to you.
“the leaves believe
such letting go is love”
