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For this session we read a poem First Fall by Maggie Smith, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write an introduction to a season or Write about knowing it will come back.“

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First Fall by Maggie Smith

I’m your guide here. In the evening-dark
morning streets, I point and name.
Look, the sycamores, their mottled,
paint-by-number bark. Look, the leaves
rusting and crisping at the edges.
I walk through Schiller Park with you
on my chest. Stars smolder well
into daylight. Look, the pond, the ducks,
the dogs paddling after their prized sticks.
Fall is when the only things you know
because I’ve named them
begin to end. Soon I’ll have another
season to offer you: frost soft
on the window and a porthole
sighed there, ice sleeving the bare
gray branches. The first time you see
something die, you won’t know it might
come back. I’m desperate for you
to love the world because I brought you here.

Credit: poetryfoundation.org
Maggie Smith, "First Fall" from Good Bones.  
Copyright © 2017 by Maggie Smith.