Tuesday 5 November 2013

1 Poem by Anne Whitehouse


A faint breeze ruffles
the last leaves on the trees,
and a parade of dead leaves
skids over the dry dock,
light enough to float
over the surface of the quarry
with its deep, dark waters.
The sky has opened up,
beautiful and terrible.
It is time to go.


Anne Whitehouse is the author of the following poetry collections: The Surveyor's Hand, Blessings and Curses, Bear in Mind, One Sunday Morning, and The Refrain. Her novel, Fall Love, is available as a free ebook from Feedbooks and Smashwords. She was born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama, graduated from Harvard College and Columbia University, and lives in New York City.

1 comment:

  1. Whew! I recognize that moment -- "Time to get out of here!"