A Poem from the Upcoming 24.1 (Fall 2019) Issue of 2RV

Debora Chappell

It is Autumn

Dad, it is autumn here. The acequias are
lined with flame yellow cottonwoods and 
the robin’s egg blue sky hangs over
the mountain. I breathe like you taught me.
It calls to me every autumn, so I hike
the mountain trail as far as I can, then
sit and breathe as you taught me. Birds
ready themselves for winter as does 
the blue-tailed lizard sunning next to me.
Unafraid, he watches me just before a
deer tiptoes in and freezes. I move slowly
back down the alluvial plain and breathe
like you taught me. I follow the alluvial
plain to the river and revel in the smell
of roasting chile. It is autumn here.
Winter will come soon enough
and I breathe as you taught me.

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Deborah Chappell has a BA in English and an MA in Creative Writing-Poetry. Her work has appeared in The Denver Quarterly.

About 2River

Since 1996, 2River has been an online site of poetry and art, quarterly publishing THE 2RIVER VIEW and occasionally publishing individual authors in the 2River Chapbook Series.
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2 Responses to A Poem from the Upcoming 24.1 (Fall 2019) Issue of 2RV

  1. Karen Durbin says:

    Beautiful

  2. pyenser says:

    How nice to hear your voice–for real–in this poem!

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