18
September
2008
September
2008
Autumn
AUTUMN
Dusk settles heavy on the fall scape;
Maple leaves raining lightly on the summer-stained blades.
There are whispers in the farmland,
Chilled breeze prophecies of mortality’s nearness.
I am listening.
Eleven Canadian geese ‘V’ southward fleeing the inevitable doom
The frost giants will pronounce on my garden.
The allotted days bear no prolonging,
Bear no apology.
I am listening.
Dodging Autumn’s warning, life-in-motion hurls me forward.
Soon those most dear will lie as repast for the earthworms,
With lessons they learned by scars unheeded, interred.
A cold shawl drapes over my shoulders.
Now, I am listening.
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