August Dread

Autumn in the great north shows itself even before the leaves begin to change. One feels it as a tightening in the pit of the stomach. The joke line, "nine months of winter and three months of tough sledding," sets the scene for this August, 2005 journal entry written during one of those heavy overcast and sprinkly summer days.

The Buffalo/Green Bay preseason game drones on as a replay. Green Bay fans are all watching it for the second time! It's August, but it feels like autumn has arrived already. Sigurd Olson's essay "Falling Leaf," from his book Listening Point, captures the dread and awe of autumn in the north. Summer was a nervous guest, coming late and leaving early. We never had a chance to talk before it yielded to the approach of the cold. Falttening like a bulldozer. Heavens, I haven't yet mowed the whole lawn! The aroma of wood smoke drifts into the bedroom window, riding the cold air. Up until yesterday, they were open to relieve the summer heat. We close them now. It is probably the Osborn side of the family that anticipates winter from its first hint. We plan our burials early, too. Still the faintest whiff of winter summons a response deep within us, grief and remorse.

Poem

flock

It has been calculated that
each copy of the Gutenburg Bible
required the skins of 300 sheep.

I can see them
squeezed into the holding pen
behind the stone building
where the printing press is housed.

All of them squirming around
to find a little room
and looking so much alike
it would be nearly impossible to count them.

And there is no telling which one of them
will carry the news
that the Lord is a Shepherd,
one of the few things
they already know.

- billy collins

Billy Collins was U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 through 2003.
He's been the New York State Poet Laureate since January 2004.