Autumn Fire


Autumn Fire

We traveled that year
to Marquette
to raft the Laughing Whitefish.
As the leaves turned
from yellow to red
and the north wind
etched your face
long silences
fell between
all the things we didn’t say.
On an awkward trek
to portage the falls, the tinder snap
spoke of ash
long before
the flames would catch.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®
From “HeartWood” to be published December 2016

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