The Path in Autumn
by Tom Sexton
From the narrow path I’m on
I can see fall’s first snow on the mountains.
Below the snow, the tundra seems to
be wine spilled by the moon last night
when it began to wane. My step is light.
The leaves on the path are golden.
In the alders, a thrush.
I’m in no hurry to get where I’m going.
Tom Sexton is a former Alaska Poet Laureate. His latest collection is A Ladder of Cranes, University of Alaska press, 2015.