is no secret that nature inspires great poetry. It speaks to our primal
side, takes us back to our origins, and enlivens our language with
color, feeling, and energy. We are one week into autumn and in some
places of these United States, the signs of the season are hard to
miss. The leaves are changing, the air is crunchy, the light looks less
dense, the Halloween candy is beckoning! Karen Schindler is a natural
for primal writing. You already know this because you’ve read and loved
undiscovered and Coming Home, and, quite possibly, her entertaining blog. So whether you’re knee-deep in fall or basking in postseason summer, read this poem and revel in the autumnal equinox.
By Karen Schindler
reaching to the
to beautifully nourish
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