“Poetry arrived …”

The autumn equinox arrives today. The great wheel of time turns. The darker half of the year draws near, whether we will or no. And as sometimes happens, “I was summoned, from the branches of night …” by an old friend.

Hear

Moving through
this scaffolding of days
Holding solace in dreams
and murmurs of memory
I wander through the house
the shadows and sawdust
the bones of old desires
And I wonder
Where is the bliss? The old fire?
So quiet now.
But listen:
a small sound says
here.

– Cari Ferraro

with thanks to Laurie Doctor for her musings, and always, the great Pablo Neruda.