The earth begins its tribute
to dying. The leaves and
the grasses lighten, like hair.
What doesn’t time bleach?
The promise of thrush and starling?
What thawed could now freeze.
The stone steps are covered in a damp mass
of yellow and orange leaves.
Roses shed their petals. The air is cold.
The water is cold. The mud slick banks
of the river are hardening.
Meg Tyler teaches Humanities at Boston University where she also directs a poetry series and chairs the Institute for the Study of Irish Culture. Her book on Seamus Heaney, A Singing Contest, was published by Routledge in their series, Major Literary Authors. Her poetry chapbook, Poor Earth, came out from Finishing Line Press in 2014.
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