about a poem: The Day After the Election, Washington, D.C.

1) This is a poem I wrote about the season ending and how the timing of seasons sometimes works into what we are learning to be true about our own nature.  God is pretty cool with how he can reflect what's true about our interior worlds in what is true about our exterior ones.

2) I started this while taking a walk on my lunch break.  Wendell Berry talked about writing poems on his walks and because this is something I love doing too it makes me feel a special kindred connection to him. And that sort of makes me happy.

3) Instead of typing out the text I thought I'd record it so you can listen.  Poetry isn't read out loud enough anymore in my opinion. And sometimes I dream about sitting in a little cozy room with my friends and we're all holding hot beverages and we go around reading our favorite words out to one another and they fill up the space and hang there lovingly. Thank you in advance for indulging me in that little fantasy.
(oh, click right here to listen)