Poetry:
Autumn moves into winter
with a clear intent to let go.
Winter has no problem
waiting in silence –
Its icy grasp
gathers around trunks
freezing roots and blackening leaves.
The last scarlet leaf
hangs onto a spiny branch,
then drops to oblivion
as winter claims her
adding to its black pool
beneath a wet white bough.
Isa de Quesada is a published poet who retired as an English teacher to follow her dream, the writer’s life, on the Oregon Coast. She lives with her German Shepherd part-time on a bluff above Netarts Bay. She is an Assistant Editor for Fireweed, and currently completed her first novel.
