My cousin Jake is a writer and used to live in Tucson. He belonged (and still does, I believe) to a local writer’s group, the Society of Southwestern Authors. Jake encouraged me to enter this year’s writing contest. I submitted a poem entitled “Hard Frost”, which garnered me an “Honorable Mention”. The celebration of the winning entries was held this past Sunday, with the winners reading their selection.
Gossamer strands of sunlight
beam through darkened hemlock woods.
White hoarfrost on the ground,
summer’s reign has come to an end.
Gently yellow leaves rain down,
every puff of wind sends a shower.
They flutter and dance as they fall to the earth,
beads of yellow against darkened rock.
Done with such grace and beauty,
such hardly seems like death.
There is no sadness here;
Only splendor in the change of life.