October, Northern England

Why am I surprised that entire trees
shine gold against the sky, that orange berries
bristle on brown stems, and the scent
of sweet leaves on a bush we cannot identify
holds us breathing in its lavender grasp?

–excerpt from “October, Northern England” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011). First published in Willow Review.

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