Once more, with feeling

It is precisely this time, more/less
the pit opens, not underfoot
but close enough to catch you
with tricks of sunlight/shade
fallen leaves, sharp red
beauty, failing—
you can’t help
but glance


16 thoughts on “Once more, with feeling

  1. ‘sharp red’ – is this the point? There seems to be something soft running through this poem, but then this stab? I am up in Door County this weekend and the color changes are spectacular but I am not sure the red is anything other than sharp, as you describe. And as much as we want to think of them as happy, I have my doubts.

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