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News Flash! THIRD WEDNESDAY Publishes My Poem “Don’t Forget”

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Cover Art: “Umbrella Street, Anatalya, Turkey” by Lauren Tivey

Third Wednesday comes out twice a year, always packed with poetic and graphic interest. This summer, when it has been so rainy and hot here in Northfield, the cover is especially arresting to me!

Enjoy your summer!  LESLIE

Inside Umbrella, Winona Street

Celebrating the Autumnal Equinox 2017

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Although Northfield, Minnesota’s predictions for the first day of fall are in the low 90s, with a heat index hovering around 100 degrees, cool days are very close, bracketing this anomalous scorcher.

At our house, these are the weeks of retrieving quilting and knitting projects, cutting back the dry foliage, contending with fallen black walnuts, and, yes, raking the leaves. All cherished seasonal pleasures, even the black walnuts.

Hoping you are feeling a new and pleasant balance as the nights shift into high gear while the temperatures begin to sink.

Eclipse Special Reprint: “Day Star” (Poem)

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I am just about to mosey out to the front porch with Tim, long lens camera & tripod (thanks, Karla!) and Celestron eclipse-viewing glasses. Who knows? Perhaps the clouds will stay parted long enough to see something.

Meanwhile, I thought I would share again this poem, composed during National Poetry Writing Month 2016. It is part of new book manuscript, Cloud Song, that will be forth-coming next March from Kelsay Books. More on that nearer the Vernal Equinox!

May your day be a truly stellar one, whatever you are doing, wherever you are!

Leslie

DAY STAR

      for Jan Rider Newman

Here in the early dark, waiting
for the sun to travel again
over the curve of the earth,
its daily round,
and hearing birdsong,
I understand: the whole world
waits, as we did.

I think of traveling to your house,
so long ago, visiting.
Our garden chairs set beside
your red sub-tropical blooms,
the box of old negatives
at our feet, tea-dark strips of film
we layered into visors.

Laughing, we looked boldly
into the doubled dark
of that solar eclipse,
waiting,
certain as songbirds,
for the sun,
its radiant return.

Leslie Schultz