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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