November Woods
The cry of the blue
jay in this crisp cold world
so beautifully dying, north winds
emptying the trees, my hair
blowing. What am I
to do now but be
very still, knowing
it is I falling
away as I stand and watch
leaves swirling. So tender,
this severe grace.
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Sally Nacker lives with her husband and two cats in a small house in the woods. Wild birds are her joy. She is a former recipient of the CT Audubon Society’s Trail Wood Sanctuary Artist & Writer-in-Residence Program in Hampton, CT. Publishing credits include ONE ART: a journal of poetry, Third Wednesday, The Sunlight Press, Canary, and The Orchards Poetry Journal. My Wild Yard is her newest collection.
Beautiful.
Always a pleasure to see a Sally Nacker poem.