In the damp evenings of summertime, I cannot trust my words to reach you. They drink up every nuance shamelessly. They are more ravenous than my mouth calling. In the crusty air of wintertime, I cannot trust my words to go to you. They see too well the leafless trees. They know too well the outcome of love. In the steady dying of autumn time, there I know that my words will touch you. Fall is the shadow season, when we meet on the other side of the clouds. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON FROST-WORK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A VOLUME OF ANONYNOUS POEMS ENTITLED A MASQUE OF POETS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |