Autumn In an orchard of foggy lamps, maple and oak, clouds that entwine, fragile on summer's edge camps the sun on a thin-lipped line. Light on leaves crumpled and singed Sun-gold and halo and hay, ashes and smoke, foliage winged unravels into a ballet Season before we fly mellow and fruitful, star crossed season of reverie memory, shadow, and frost. Autumn is colored like apples in baskets of branches for blocks and over the v's of the rooftops fly the v's of the dark inkstain flocks.
Robert McParland teaches at Felician University in New Jersey. His most recent book, The People We Meet in Stories, will be published in October. He is also a musician who performs in the northeast U.S..
Grand Little Things 