leaving and livening
take the spring take outward things showing off their new-found greens take the summer heat and sun overgarbed in light-streaked clouds a pretty maid, but growing still with much potential left to fill leave me autumn brisk and strong yielding leaves of brilliant red leave me winter leave me wind though nature look like she is dead for every outward death she dies makes her, inside, the more alive
—Eric Kingsepp
Eric Kingsepp recieved his B.A. and M.A. from Christendom
College. He is a member of the American Inklings writers’ group in
Washington, DC.
