Late September – a poem by Janet Krauss

Late September (2020)
There is a solemnity
to late September
as if the air itself is meditating,
You notice a certain stillness.
It is not mournful or abrupt
as after the shofar penetrates
distance calling worshippers
to temple, its measured lament
reaching back to shawled ghosts
swaying as they chant, arms raised
before crumbling heaps of walls.
It is a stillness that sets you
In a place beyond doubt, hurt,
heat, cold or fear where
you welcome the intimacy
of the sun, though you are pleased
to see it go for the clouds assist
the air in its autumnal prayer.

Janet Krauss, who has two books of poetry published, “Borrowed Scenery,” Yuganta Press, and “Through the Trees of Autumn,” Spartina Press, has recently retired from teaching English at Fairfield University. Her mission is to help and guide Bridgeport’s  young children through her teaching creative writing, leading book clubs and reading to and engaging a kindergarten class. As a poet, she co-directs the poetry program of the Black Rock Art Guild.

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