when autumn falls upon me
and our wounds crust over
dried leaves swept in violent
the scarlet tones of violet
we push the petals forward
when autumn falls upon me
i stretch out towards the country
where sleeping hearts lie landlocked
where branches ache in memory
to firewood burnt auburn
when autumn falls upon me
and white ash twigs creak low
i peel back my fortunes
to find
healed souls
a season i call home
Poem by Lydia Falls
Lydia Falls is a writer and elementary school teacher who currently resides in Pound Ridge, NY. She lived abroad in South Korea and Taiwan for four years. Her poetry is rooted in reflection and self-discovery, an ongoing process shaped by travel, nostalgia, and fractured memories.
Photo by Warren Blake
Lydia Falls! I’ve seen this poet’s work in our journals and she’s the real deal. Impassioned and nostalgic!
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