Autumn, First Light

While drinking orange juice
he sees the chore of today’s raking

The last rusty leaves — curled knots
dotting frosted spears of shaggy grass

Opening the window, autumn air
crisp as biting into apple crunch

Dark tree branches hold up their hands
to the first blaze of eastern sky

Fire, rose, salmon, a few seconds
of earth turning to sun’s golden eye

At the heated bird bath, finches and robins
dip to sip the morning light off the water.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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