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October<\/strong><\/p>\n Trees wear their colors out. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marjorie Sadin<\/strong>, a docent at the Library of Congress, has poems in The Barefoot Review, Microw, Emerge, The Little Magazine, Jewish Women\u2019s Literary Journa<\/em>l, among others, and five books of poetry in print. Her new Vision of Lucha<\/em> book portrays struggle and survival, love, death, and family. It was published by Goldfish Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" October Trees wear their colors out. Clouds gather like congregations. It is Yom Kippur. I have sinned the sins of omission, of broken promises, of resentment. I have not killed or committed adultery or stolen. Long days make way for shorter ones. Less time to contemplate. It is dark in the morning […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8830"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8832,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8830\/revisions\/8832"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nClouds gather like congregations.
\nIt is Yom Kippur.
\nI have sinned the sins of omission, of broken promises, of resentment.
\nI have not killed or committed adultery or stolen.
\nLong days make way for shorter ones.
\nLess time to contemplate.
\nIt is dark in the morning when I go for my walk.
\nWhen I reach the river, it repents too.
\nIt swallows a reflection of leaves.
\nIt has made a sanctuary for seagulls
\nabove its polluted waters.
\nIn autumn the forest is penitent.
\nThe river beats her breast.
\nAnd this Yom Kippur,
\nI will not fast.<\/p>\n