In the Fall my appetite leads me away from  prose and seeks out verse. As the earth turns brown and the trees turn red and gold, it feels natural to reach for the kaleidoscopic lens of poetry. The poets Mary Oliver and T.S. Eliot are personal favorites – her love of nature and living  and the cadences of Eliot’s Four Quartets, “Murder in the Cathedral” and other poems. I feel the rhythms of the poor people of Canterbury as they mirror  persons left behind in our world.  What can I do to better understand Eliot’s powerful cycle of life (renewal) and death? How can I walk in the woods seeing…