A Winding Road Poem by Daniel Y.

This is a lovely and loving evocation an autumn setting. I say loving because it's not just images that the poem expresses but it also conveys an appreciation of these delicate things which will not last long. The closing image of imps and morning dew captures that delicacy marvelously. The second time I read this poem I read it outloud; it has a breathless quality which suits the subject. In our troubled age, we need what poets call Poems of Witness to acknowledge injustice, and I read such poems every week in magazines. But poems like A Winding Road are also necessary, so that we celebrate what's good and show our gratitude.