Autumn Unawares

from Autumn Unawares

But somewhere between harvest

and All Hallows, each mystery creeps into its own special darkness,

each paw, claw, twig and beak

leaves a last unnoticed print

pressed on the hoarfrost . . . .

–excerpt from “Autumn Unawares” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Coffee House.

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