 |
| "Falling Gold" (6" x 6") |
And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us. - Edward Hirsch, Fall
| |
No comments:
Post a Comment