After nearly three months of wrestling with the “Autumn” poem, its completion is in sight!

After a busy week, filled with the mundanities of life, I devote the weekend to the sublimities of poetry—and in so doing, restore my soul.

I am, of course, deep in the entrails of the “Autumn” poem, but I confess I have been salivating in anticipation of developing “Little River”, ever since I composed the original sketch, last spring. Now and then, in idle moments, I run over its rudimentary lines and beam with excitement for what they might become!