We spent the end of summer in Taos, NM, hiking into the woods and gawking at the mountains. This week’s poem feels aligned with those days, capturing the way that nature can immerse us and take us outside of ourselves, beyond ourselves. Maybe your summer offered a bit of that? Maybe, as the days grow shorter and the kids don their backpacks and return to school, a little of that can remain?
“And I aspen. I mountain.
I river. I stone. I leaf. I path. I flower.”
