nels hanson 

The Turning Year

Modesto ash and the maple catch fire,
saffron and scarlet, the liquid amber

orange and blue, sun falling to the sea.
Ditch water still as sky at last captures

gray clouds, shadow of passing birds.
The morning’s first autumn frost turned

the grass white and old. At evening quail
roost in the hedge, yellow light from our

window warming the dark leaves. Soon
the cold rain falls on bare vineyards and

black stumps tired from the harvest cling
to their stakes and long wires. Now tule

fog returns, a lost uncle home again with
his poverty and gloom, stories of winter.

Small animals who all summer grew fat
go underground to burrows lined with dry

shells of seeds, to sleep, dream of sun on
new fur, a springtime hiding in a tunnel.

Nels Hanson grew up on a small raisin and tree fruit farm in the San Joaquin Valley of California, earned degrees from U.C. Santa Cruz and the U of Montana, and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015 and 2016 Best of the Net nominations. He lives with his wife Vicki on California’s Central Coast.