Fresh as a new year
“Last night the first light frost, and now sycamore
and sumac edge yellow and red in low sun
and Indian afternoons. One after another
roads thicken with leaves and the wind
sweeps them fresh as the start of a year…’’
— From “Long Walks in the Afternoon,’’ by Margaret Gibson (born 1944), a former Connecticut poet laureate. She lives in Preston, Conn., in the southeastern part of the state.