Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire. Brenda Hillman

Celebrex;

      late autumn made a fire in us;

      the cosmos waited for a sign;

      the soul was waiting for the mind,

      fat chickadees waited for sweet fennel

      [Foeniculum vulgare] & nameless

      asters on side streets where drones

      take violins to the Queen—

      what kind of drones?

      The sounds fly out, for thee—

      we slept as many as the anyway

      where meaning met material, that is,

      inside the personal,

      that is, for love of earth—

LATE AUTUMN STORMS AT PIGEON POINT