Cool Weather’s Coming Soon

Cold air’s started to creep in in the mornings, and people seem to respond accordingly by folding themselves back into the dresser with the summer sheets.  The goldenrod’s begun to crop up in thick swathes, pushing up the thoughts of what it means to leave Buffalo and regard home in past tense. And the Sassafras,…

A Poppy in October

Is it death we fear, or the leaving before knowing love? Are there that many fields of students that go missing high up in the mountains, while following along some trail, waging war on themselves just to learn an answer: that loves’ greatest peak is where we allow ourselves to let go of the ones…

September for the Sycamores

    This morning the sycamores are peeling back their bark and revealing a dull white skin.  Above, their iron arms are stretched out with thousands of pallid green and scorched-tip leaves holding on. The foliage is still thick, and I can only see glimpses of the sun from the ground. Little by little, however,…