The View by Catrin Welz-Stein
Already the Year Is Looking Towards Fall
By Annette Marie Hyder
She wears a dress of lianas, kudzu entwined
as she leans on the turning, the axis of wall
that provides a breather, a brief spell of rest.
She spins through her steps at twelvemonth ball
where birds in attendance have taken a seat
in the folds of her gown and conspire to call
the rest of their kindred to plots filled with south
she hears them, of course she does, ev-er-y drawl
but she too is already looking towards fall.