There’s a part towards the beginning of the Live at Free Trade Hall version of “One Too Many Mornings” where a girl in the audience shouts, “Bob!” It makes the song. You can hear her entire heart in her voice, and it kicks off the performance like nothing else could. As soon as I got…
A Poem for Autumn
She comes in on gauzy wingsFloating over the mountain topsWith her gown brushing every treeGently touching every leafShe is paleBut in her caramel eyesThere is a sweet fireThat overflowsHer topaz ruby diamond hairHas streaks of charcoal here and thereShe knowsThat winter comes and fills the world with frozen, lonely echoesShe sets an ember on each…