Vermont Sketches
I.
Suddenly, the trees have slipped into costumes of red and gold. Untended apple trees hang heavy with spotted fruit. In the morning, the windows of our house are traced with dreams. The signs were there before, but you notice the arrival of fall all at once, as a thickening, the way that a stray cobweb becomes suddenly visible, cloaked in dust.
II.
Two shrill calls and the sight of a bird plunging into the crowns of the trees that border our house. At the top of a bare pine, two red-headed woodpeckers clung to the wood, thock thock thock, pause, thock thock thock. The woods here are full of tangled sounds (as though sound not a wave but a ribbon, something that knots listened and listener together).
Suddenly, the trees have slipped into costumes of red and gold. Untended apple trees hang heavy with spotted fruit. In the morning, the windows of our house are traced with dreams. The signs were there before, but you notice the arrival of fall all at once, as a thickening, the way that a stray cobweb becomes suddenly visible, cloaked in dust.
II.
Two shrill calls and the sight of a bird plunging into the crowns of the trees that border our house. At the top of a bare pine, two red-headed woodpeckers clung to the wood, thock thock thock, pause, thock thock thock. The woods here are full of tangled sounds (as though sound not a wave but a ribbon, something that knots listened and listener together).
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