Snapshots: Autumn and an Early Winter
Red and yellow leaves
chase a pair of gray squirrels
racing through the trees.
Trees dressed up as rainbows
trick-or-treat through town
till uninvited snows
ghost their costumes down.
Each evening now the moon
arrives, stern in her chill
white uniform, to spoon
feed autumn, old and ill.
Kids angel in snow,
try to remove all traces
that they have fallen.
for Carolyn Steinhaus
"It was a small small lake, no larger than
this small apartment that admits my being.
Deep in a wild seldom disturbed by man
it lived, and I lived more intensely seeing
it breathe, coming upon it as I had
after a three-day hike. My first night there
I felt my soul converse with cricket, loon,
and frog. Next morning I shampooed my hair,
then sat for hours beside the lake, heart glad,
watching until the bubbles danced in moon-
light. Silently, I listened to the silence.
No frogs, no crickets talked. And that black
wound grew from the subtle violence
I had done. The loons never came back."
Poems by Jan D. Hodge have appeared in Iambs & Trochees, Defined Providence, South Coast Poetry Journal, Negative Capability, New Orleans Review, North America Review, the 5th edition of Western Wind, ed. Mason and Nims, and elsewhere. His Poems to be Traded for Baklava was the Onionhead Annual chapbook for 1997, and his essay “Taking Shape: The Art of Carmina Figurata” appeared in An Exaltation of Forms, ed. Finch and Varnes (U of Michigan P, 2002). His collection The Bard Double-Dactyled was published in 2007.
Banner photo by Kerry O'Gorman