Ekstasis MagazineComment

All Souls

Ekstasis MagazineComment
All Souls

All Souls

Daniel Rattelle

October is out of breath
as yours left you.

Mine hangs around
like leaves in the branches

of another November.
Birches stretch and fall

like living ghosts.
They rot from the middle 

and leave behind
their husk of bark.

And when I get home
and take off my coat 

and hang it in the closet,
I don’t mean to speak

of any greater hope
than what I have.

Daniel Rattelle
Poet & Journalist

Daniel has had poems recently published in Forma, First Things, Modern Age and is the Co-Editor of the Trinity House Review

Photography by James Benn