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poet.
performer. activist. teacher.
SEASON
I collect leaves,
walking alone
at dusk
in Kentucky autumn,
for you,
3000 miles away in Northern California
where climate
and the wheel of the earth do not
afford this turning blaze.
Colors like pumpkin,
like russet and
corn yellow.
Like deep scarlet,
pressed together with an iron
between sheets of waxed paper
to look like stained glass, held
to light of the sun.
To remind you of home,
of the seasons,
of me.
I collect colored leaves for you
just like I did
at five
when a red, lit leaf
looked like God's magic
in my little hands.
© 1998 Dora E. McQuaid, excerpted from the chapbook
the scorched earth and the compact disc
companion the scorched earth: spoken ©
1999, 2000, 2001, 2002 Dora E. McQuaid
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