In Eden by David Ferry
Listening to the silence settling. In Eden David Ferry You lie in our bed as if an orchard were over us. You are what's fallen from those fatal boughs. Where will we go when they send us away from here?
Courtesy by David Ferry
Came across this poem today. I am blown away by how simple and lovely this is. Courtesy David Ferry It is an afternoon toward the end of August: Autumnal weather, cool following on, And riding in, after the heat of summer, Into the empty afternoon shade