Poetry by Henry
John Steiner, poet…
In Autumn
When scores of jet-black
birds
Bolt from the golden maples
I am the dull witness
Of that moment’s beauty
Groping to catch the joy
That rains from the pale-blue
sky
Poetry by Henry
John Steiner, poet…
In Autumn
When scores of jet-black
birds
Bolt from the golden maples
I am the dull witness
Of that moment’s beauty
Groping to catch the joy
That rains from the pale-blue
sky