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

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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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