The Maple Trees, poem by Noin Hoshi

THE MAPLE TREES
by Noin Hoshi

Mount Mimuro sends its winds
Down upon the maple trees
To carry off the colored leaves
And work crimson patterns
Upon the stream of Tatsuta. 

Photo: Eshelton Wilder, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Autumn: A Time for Reflection, New Yorker cartoon by Leo Cullum

CREDIT: New Yorker cartoon by Leo Cullum, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Prints available at condenaststore.com.

Beginnings, Poem by James Wright

BEGINNINGS

Poem by James Wright

The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.   

The dark wheat listens.

Be still.

Now.

There they are, the moon’s young, trying

Their wings.

Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow

Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone

Wholly, into the air.

I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe

Or move.

I listen.

The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,

And I lean toward mine.

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Photo: Haldan Block, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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