DPF / Gibb

For autumn, from poetryfoundation.org.

from For the Chipmunk in My Yard / by Robert Gibb

          He’s lucky
To be where he is, wild with all that happens.

DPF / Updike

Another for the Final Four, from Poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172264

from Ex-Basketball Player / by John Updike (1932–2009)

Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards.
He was good: in fact, the best. In ’46
He bucketed three hundred ninety points,
A county record still. The ball loved Flick.

DPF / Woloch

Another dream. Today, I dream of my daughter, who woke to thirteen, turned teen overnight.

from Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea / by Cecilia Woloch

I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples. I hadn’t much time.

DPF / Jessica Goodfellow

One more sky. From Thrush Poetry Journal, May 2014. A beautiful poem chosen by Helen Vitoria, editor. Complete poem (and two others by Ms. Goodfellow) here:
http://www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/may-2014-jessica-goodfellow.html

from Hover / by Goodfellow

Hover, canopy, the endless falling snow a shroud

DPF / Doolittle

I did not know she was a classmate of Marianne Moore’s. Wonder if they got along? I picture HD slumped in the back, and Marianne Moore bent over her paper in the front row.

from Moonrise / by H.D.

She is great,
we measure her by the pine trees.

DPF / Benét

Love the little birds and all the art that follows them.

from John James Audubon / by Stephen Vincent Benét

Let the wind blow hot or cold,
Let it rain or snow,
Everywhere the birds went
Audubon would go.