Poem of the Week, by Andrea Gibson

My new poems + reflections podcast, Words by Wintercan be found here.

A friend in college loved the word bittersweet for the way it made him feel, full of a kind of happiness mixed with sorrow. As if he were missing something while it was still happening.

The last time I saw this friend, years ago at a reunion, he used the word again, telling me that even though I was sitting next to him, part of him was already in the future, missing me, and how bittersweet it was.

That’s how I think of fall. There is nothing more beautiful to me than leaves turned flame, than air turned crisp, but it’s an aching kind of beauty.

Autumn, by Andrea Gibson

is the hardest season.
The leaves are all falling
and they’re falling
like they’re falling
in love with the ground.

For more information about Andrea Gibson, please check out their website: https://andreagibson.org/

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  1. William Boden · October 31, 2020


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  2. William Boden · October 31, 2020

    Reminds me of a poem by A.R. Aamons:

    Beautiful Older Woman

    The Spring In her step Has turned To Fall.

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    • alisonmcghee · October 31, 2020

      That’s beautiful, Bill. Thank you.

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  3. ann whitford paul · October 31, 2020

    I love this poem–so brief and the last line so surprisingly beautiful!

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    • alisonmcghee · October 31, 2020

      I agree, Ann. The last line goes straight to the heart.

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