Air crisp and
Tap, tap, tap
The sky a brilliant
The leaves burn
The mountains boast
golden hues, dotted with alizarin. Burnt
The earth holds on to the last vestiges of
Waning flowers bow to the new season ushering
Bright green grasses soon to
I breathe in the soulful
I found my way home.
A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. In the 1990s, she studied figure drawing at the Rhode Island School of Design spending years dedicated to understanding human form, movement and anatomy. Blog titled “It’s Complicated.” Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.