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,…

Later Down the Road

Take the road Down to the end of the drive There’ll be an ivy-grown house where I know things keep slow   Where a kitchen settles for eggs and toast, And old news keeps the basement full,   Where the houseplants fill up the windowsills To watch the seasons change, singing mute songs   With…