This is magical. It captures the paradoxical passion and wistfulness of autumn so beautifully—and then uses both to illustrate God’s love. Breathtaking.
I read this poem a couple of days ago and absolutely loved it, but waited to comment until I had an opportunity to read again and truly savor. So many wonderful words and lines: "triangled bones of leaves: / old cold refuted," "ungriefed," "Faith is the tenderness of banked coals in a grate," the very mention of Braeburn apples, "my soul has warmed her hands," "Hold – and tender. / Incandescent." I'm frankly obsessed with this poem. Thank you for writing it, Claire.
"Faith is the tenderness of...." Gorgeous. I love the rich texture here, inviting my heart to feel it.
Very nice. Claire Hellar has really captured something of the illumination of the season, something of the feeling of what it’s like in autumn.
This is magical. It captures the paradoxical passion and wistfulness of autumn so beautifully—and then uses both to illustrate God’s love. Breathtaking.
I read this poem a couple of days ago and absolutely loved it, but waited to comment until I had an opportunity to read again and truly savor. So many wonderful words and lines: "triangled bones of leaves: / old cold refuted," "ungriefed," "Faith is the tenderness of banked coals in a grate," the very mention of Braeburn apples, "my soul has warmed her hands," "Hold – and tender. / Incandescent." I'm frankly obsessed with this poem. Thank you for writing it, Claire.
This is so gorgeous, Claire!
“Love without hesitation has swept my floorboards for seasons.” 🥹😍
“On this my soul has warmed her hands” just beautiful, dear friend!
thank you SO much Rosa!!! I so appreciate you reading!