late Fall: large print

I look at my shelves, and what has been there for a time; and I have not read this book or that journal. Then I wonder why – what was happening then? And I remember, and maybe had read a poem or two, or a page or two, and was helped and blessed.

late Fall
and Winter soon
plans for silence
and time to read
poetry

late Fall

POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN