In this glorious, but all-too-brief season in Appalachia, killing frost silences the nights except for the rustle of branches. Color steals across the trees, and leaves begin to drop. I wrote this poem after relocating to the South and falling in love (again) with autumn in the Blue Ridge.
Category: Poetry
Time Falls Back: The Loss of Afternoon Gold
Autumn is my favorite season with its changing colors and nip in the air. But there’s always a tradeoff. When the clock falls back, we lose the golden hour at day’s end—the price for getting an extra hour of sleep.
Chattahoochee: Songs I Never Heard Till Now (for my mother)
I’ll be at the Decatur Book Festival, one of Atlanta’s premier literary events, October 3 and 4, signing copies of The Tears of Things: Poems (Booth 46, East Ponce de Leon Avenue). That’s why I’ve chosen to read a poem inspired by the Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area.
Friday Feeling: Do You Need More—or Is “Enough” Okay?
What’s real? Collecting likes on social media or taking in nature? Being outside, breathing fresh air, scooping up an apple, biting into its juiciness, gently scratching the base of a horse’s neck . . . bring on the dopamine flow. That’s why I wrote the poem “Apple Chill.”
Hey ATL! Would Love to See You at the Decatur Book Festival
I’m thrilled to be a part of the Decatur Book Festival (20th anniversary!) October 3-4. It’s one of Atlanta’s premier literary events. I’ll be signing copies of The Tears of Things: Poems. Whether you live in Atlanta or you’re passing through town, please stop by and say hello.