Peak Foliage, Thursday 1:35 p.m.

… or so I predict. Such a silly thing. The branches of some trees have already blown bare, others are just beginning their radiance. It’s later that the torches of tamaracks will begin.

On these stunningly beautiful autumn days, the cats and I wake early. They’re easily satisfied with a few morsels of cat food, a rub on their furry heads, a few more sticks in the wood stove. The two of them stretch on the rug before the stove, worshipping.

Daughter and I go about our day. Coffee and dishes and firewood. At night, I dream of spring peepers.

Here’s not the famous lines from Robert Frost that rattle through my mind these days. Instead, Ezra Pound:


The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

— Ezra Pound

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