It has been a while since we published a poem. A reader sent this timely one in. We welcome your poems and photos. You can email them to frank@mytownmatters.com.

Coming Home at Twilight in Late Summer
by Jane Kenyon

We turned into the drive,

and gravel flew up from the tires

like sparks from a fire. So much

to be done—the unpacking, the mail

and papers … the grass needed mowing ….

We climbed stiffly out of the car.

The shut-off engine ticked as it cooled.

And then we noticed the pear tree,

the limbs so heavy with fruit

they nearly touched the ground.

We went out to the meadow; our steps

made black holes in the grass;

and we each took a pear,

and ate, and were grateful.