Ethel's Intro. Poem

Hello All,

It's been wonderful reading these poems. To add to the mix, here's one from my first collection. I'm not sure if it's representative of my work, but it seems like a good one to start with:

What Befalls You

I could no longer stand the trees

when a stand of them began to blossom.

That summer was one of the best.

We were ourselves, miraculously.

All of a sudden fall fell, as fall always does.

Rolls of film went missing, and with them

something less detectable.

Say it was a severe season with the children rushing in

in great strokes of clarity, then years of canceling fog.