When Autumn Comes
A poem by Ellen E. Hyatt on autumn’s soft sighs, swirling leaves, and the second-hand finds that become “ours.”
MADE IN SUMMERVILLE FOR THE MODERN SOUTH
A poem by Ellen E. Hyatt on autumn’s soft sighs, swirling leaves, and the second-hand finds that become “ours.”
A poem by Ellen E. Hyatt: books dropped off on the first Sunday of winter, and one heart-shaped leaf across the windshield.
