This small volume is a project that I’ve wanted to do for quite some time. Growing up in New England, autumn has always been my favorite season of the year: the crisp coolness in the air, the apple picking, apple cider, apple everything, the trees going up in fire across the landscape, the holidays. As a poet who most often writes about nature, this season has inspired my creativity perhaps more than any other. Autumn is a paradox of tremendous beauty in the midst of dying, and as such, it has always felt like a seasonal thin place for me, where a glimpse from the other side of things comes bursting through. This volume collects most of my autumn themed poems found in other volumes, along with a few new, previously unpublished ones. So, find a cozy armchair, pour yourself some hot cider, and enjoy.
