It’s heading into midsummer. So, the perfect time to post a short poem about autumn. “Stealth” by Howard Stein (who has an interesting bio)captures the transitory, and elusive, nature of the seasons. Me, I’m still thinking 2019 is a new year, rather than one nearly half over. From Songs of Eretz Poetry Review:
Stealth
Howard Stein
Fall arrives by stealth —
Just when no one is looking,
A few telltale leaves
Scrape along the dry sidewalk.
Soon, there is no turning back.
Poet’s Notes: In mid-September 2018, I was sitting on my porch, noticing an occasional brown leaf float to the ground. A few dry leaves scratched on the sidewalk when the Oklahoma breeze was swift enough. From that spell emerged this poem.
Séamus Sweeney 