In the damp evenings of summertime, I cannot trust my words to reach you. They drink up every nuance shamelessly. They are more ravenous than my mouth calling. In the crusty air of wintertime, I cannot trust my words to go to you. They see too well the leafless trees. They know too well the outcome of love. In the steady dying of autumn time, there I know that my words will touch you. Fall is the shadow season, when we meet on the other side of the clouds. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY STANZAS TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP THE MISTAKE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TEMPER by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN |