by Ginny Lowe Connors
Trees still holding their leaves
look all the more brilliant
as their colors flame
against an overcast sky.
The day is nearly windless.
Still, spirals of leaves
gold, russet, scarlet
sail toward the ground all day.
Silent as snowflakes, they fall.
In our country, 856 people
died of the coronavirus just yesterday.
Ginny Lowe Connors is the author of several poetry collections, including Toward the Hanging Tree: Poems of Salem Village. Her chapbook Under the Porch won the Sunken Garden Poetry Prize. Connors has also edited a number of poetry anthologies. She is the co-editor of Connecticut River Review. Connors runs a small poetry press, Grayson Books.