The Turning

when gold tinges
tired green and
walnut trees toss
their leaves to
the first passing
breeze and honey-warm
goldenrod heads crest
above waves of
fading queen Anne’s
lace and cicada song
surges and recedes
on waves of
heat-swollen wet air
our earth-rhythmed
circadian bodies
know that it’s time
for the great preparing
of rustling autumn
for the dark homing
for the deep rest
of silent winter

Tracie Nichols writes poetry and facilitates group writing experiences from under the wide reach of two old Sycamore trees in southeastern Pennsylvania. She is the co-founder of the Embodied Writers writing group and a Transformative Language Artist helping women write themselves home. You can find Tracie on her website.

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