Elegy for September

This short poem is from Steve's second book, Elegy for September, published by March Street Press (marchstreetpress.com).


Finch

Buddhist scholar in the saffron dust
of his understated gown, he flits around

a simple hut below a massive mountain,
accepts the silence of trees and stones,

sips the slightest ripples onto small pools,
dines on seeds and scattered crumbs,

and in light-stained woods at dawn
composes short poems by the hundred.

-------Stephen Holt