In Memorabilia Mortis

Six sonnets that treat autumn not as a season but as a philosophy. Sherman traces the dying year as a mirror for human longing, memory, and the quiet dignity of endings. Here, leaves fall with purpose. The poems move through withering gardens and lengthening shadows, but what emerges is not despair, it is grace. References to Guenevere and Alcestis anchor the meditation in mythology, proving that love and loss have always been tangled together. Sherman understands that to grieve is to love something you can no longer hold. This is a book for the quiet hours, for readers who find beauty in melancholy. It does not offer answers to death's riddle, only the dignity of sitting with the question.