Autumn in the Wings

Brown leaves photo


Twigs’ lush medium is converting to

calligraphy, the dismissal of leaves

to launch its winter forewarning. Laden

with late acorns, squirrels chuck-chuck meaningless

memos, counter-balance full bellies, tails

unfurled. I am embracing—keepsaking—

the unscrolling calendar, harvesting

days tossed my way, the prodigious burden

of nows. Hunters will bruise this calm soon, but

until then it’s choirs of jays, cranes, and crows.

—first published in Front Porch Review

Poem by D. R. James

D. R. James’s latest of nine collections are Flip Requiem (Dos Madres, 2020), Surreal Expulsion (Poetry Box, 2019), and If god were gentle (Dos Madres, 2017), and his micro-chapbook All Her Jazz is free, fun, and printable-for-folding at Origami Poems Project. He lives in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan.