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Six Poems for Autumn from the ZPR Archives

As autumn colors fade to bare limbs and stark skies, take a few minutes to contemplate these autumnal poems previously published on Zingara Poetry Review:

The Last Massacre in my Lonely Notebook by David Spicer

November, 1993 by Jenn Powers

Squall by Jennifer Lagier

Forecast by Amanda Banner

Softly by Carol Alena Aronoff

Sleeping with Squirrels by Tracy Mishkin

Sleeping with the Squirrels by Tracy Mishkin

he-wuvs-me-squirrel-1385571-639x518Leaf-fall reveals their fat nests
cluttering branches, silhouetted
against the pale sky like hornet hives.
Still, I am a guest. I climb.

Thirty feet up, where two limbs meet,
the fox squirrel sits in the shadow
of her tail, invites me into the hollow
sphere perched on a platform of twigs,
lined with grass and moss.

She sets acorns before me, this solitary
forager, bustling and clucking until
I take one. We talk of kits and children
until we can scarcely see each other.
Her eyes brighten when I accept
her invitation to spend the night.

Sleeping with a squirrel is like curling
up in a hammock. I am warmed
by the embrace of her luxurious tail
under a blanket of leaves.

Tracy Mishkin is a call center veteran with a PhD and an MFA student in Creative Writing at Butler University. Her chapbook, I Almost Didn’t Make It to McDonald’s, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2014.