from October, Northern England
This whole place is a monument to moments,
to the transitory in life: Colors fade. Leaves
drop. My friend now walks with a cane, seeks
a bench for rest. His wife coughs, needs
lozenges. We tour the studio of the sinking
sun, who draws charcoal shadows
with her tapering fingers, drawing us into
the palms of her cool, reaching hands.
–excerpt from “October, Northern England” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Willow Review.