Praying with Fringes 11/3/2013: The Bronze Bells of Autumn

Bronze Bells of Autumn
Linda Pastan

Although I’ve made a kind of peace
with those I loved who are already dead,
bronze bells of autumn, in their minor key,
toll for the losses still ahead.

The weather tells a narrative of change;
the wind prepares a path the geese will take.
This frost is beautiful, and yet it kills.
The harvest moon drowns in the lake.

I love the dark (it moves so gradually)
but love still more all it will erase:
these swarming leaves, this pungent smoky air,
the youth you were, your aging face.

from Traveling Light
W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition (July 2, 2012)

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