The Last Leaf in the Garden
I wish I had been there --the garden stilled around the last October leaf, nothing to hurry it, nothing to slow it down the whole season had come to this: a holding-on so that the letting-go might seem to us like chance. I wish I had been there to see the wind carry the leaf beyond Winter, too, content to be late, an elegant absence at the gate.
Frank Ormsby’s most recent collection is The Darkness ofSnow (Bloodaxe Books). His next, The Rain Barrel, is due from Bloodaxe next autumn