Catching Fire

An offering of poetry to help lift our eyes these days

I may have found my favorite fall tree of all during an evening walk in Beacon Hill

We’ve got one week of October left to savor, and I’m doing my best to soak in the way the sun dapples down on the sidewalks during this singular time of year. It’s golden and warm and makes me want to stay in this part of autumn for a long, long time.

This week, I’m sharing a poem from my very first collection, Like Gold, that I wrote many autumns ago, but that somehow still captures the invitation that I sense in this time of year.

I will be back in your inboxes next week for the last newsletter of the month, and in the meanwhile, I’m wishing you moments of beauty, and plenty of chances to feel how very much alive everything (including you!) is at this time of year, if you only take the time to slow down, be still, and notice.