Lushness about to turn brown-spotted,
webs in every corner, some birds clearing out
as flowers pull back to pods.
The sky takes on new clarity, leaves curl,
contemplate becoming dirt.
Soon, smoke will embroider the air, frost
edge each blade crystalline.
Scarves will hold our breath in their folds,
and we will walk tenderly on ice.
Elaine Handley is a poet and fiction writer who lives in Middle Grove, NY. She is also a professor of English at SUNY Empire State College. Currently, she is completing an historical novel, Deep River, about the underground railroad, and an ekphrastic poetry project. Her latest poetry chapbook is Letters to My Migraine.