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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Late Autumn in the Hills

Laura Sherry

From “Ridge People”

A FLOCK of birds

Spurts down the trail of autumn.

Bare hills

Wrap fog-blankets about them,

And nod….

A whirl of wind

Scatters wild rice over the lake.

There is a shake of snow in the air.

My boat moors in the sedges.

My hand

Droops over the side of the boat.

My fingers

Touch a lotus pod.

The seeds rattle in the husk.

Autumn is anchored.