Poems of the Week

There Will Be Spring


Fall is at its most

exuberant today.

I point to an

exquisite maple,

leaves like orange

flame and say,

When I go, I want

it to be that way—

a blaze of glory,

nothing held back.

I want to celebrate

until the last leaf

blows off my last

bare branch and

trust that of course

there will be Spring.


by Danna Faulds