WALK #46

Autumn in wine country. Seeing leaves turn autumnal colors always brings me back to the first time I saw autumn colors. I had just arrived in New York City for college freshman year. I was so taken by the orange, yellow and red leaves that I used to mail them back to friends and family in Southern California where I never saw such autumn leaves. I suppose if I could mail snow I'd have done the same with that, too, with my first snowy winter. Four seasons really is lovelier than two.

How Poetry Becomes Debased

circa 2020-plus, California

"Leaves set afire"

meant something

different

before droughts and

winds dangerously

conspired.