Sonnet for an Autumn Sun - Julia Koncurat
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
The lawn is littered, deep and tall and green,
with noxious clover, the sweet smelling weed.
And here, and there, a lonesome yellow leaf,
Is sheltered by its mother’s glorious shade—
The mulberry tree, or what is left of it.
after the lightning storm that split the beast,
half-cleaved and scarred, she proudly lingers still
and spreads the shadow that the sun has laid.
I like the earthy smell. I love the tree
that long has reared me better than the sun,
far better even, than my family
and far, far gentler than the whole of them.
Do I die in the fall, like yellow leaves?
or do I linger still like clover weed?
Julia Koncurat is from Bel Air, Maryland. She is currently studying to earn her BA in English and Portuguese studies. Her work focuses on intersections between humanity, nature, and trauma. When she is not writing or studying, she can be found working at the Library or teaching English as a second language. Julia has previously published criticism in Criterion, poetry in Three Panels Press and The Palouse Review, and memoir in The Palouse Review. She is grateful to the editors of Bacchanalia for including her in this first issue, and to the wonderful readers of her work.
