I meant to walk to the cemetery
but went instead to the park.
The children there were like autumn trees—
bright with frayed sweaters,
chattering noisily with the wind.
I sat at the edge of the pond
where they had built their castle of leaves.
The sky was bright blue.
It shimmered against the water
around cut-out geese
floating far from shore.
The dead leaves sifted
like gold coins through my fingers
as I cupped them in my hands,
and the wind swirled them into clouds
to dance among the children.
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Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2004
Roxanne, you have amazing talent. You are clearly in the top 1% of this place. I am smoldering with this emotion! Thanks...
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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