The time of Great Change in the wheel of the seasons,
when beauty signals that darkness approach.
Can we see them, these signs that wave us to finity, falling to find us
Fall to remind us of passage and ways
Quick buried in slumber in mounds red-yellow-umber…
Step lightly, they’re sleeping
Uncounted their numbering murmuring chantments.
Present enough, told to the cold, happening skinfold to hold
Bright kisses be tokens for colder embraces to come–
Or numb to this, countless neglecting to wear
These badges that keep us
Ward our despair: scarlet bandana, flame
For a hat for a cloak for a care, carrying satchels
And gunny bagged parcels delivered in Autumn, dumped
Plump at the door.
Something is framed in a picture, minds making strictures
Of how-where-this-is, and the cracks and the tracks
That might carry it go with the others below
Mounded, discarded, mute…
But silence will have its say, do not discount;
Not abacus, nor is it a banker’s account.
This time makes different, undress no rehearse;
Pause at the colors, do finger the verse that you caught
From the ground–
There is message in these, this mail-call of leaves,
Do not leave us fall as before, this floor
Shifts/shrugs/yawns, calls more
Coming untoward us, back of our ground, unhanded
Short-standed and stranded mid-the-way…
When we fall seasons cease calling,
The wheel in revolving, dream winds hold sighing,
Then no then, no No, nor there nor an after,
Stand in the park and imagine no image, no rafter
To hold a hereafter, wombless and blessédless,
Branchless and nestless, but not even -less.
Then answer audition
For circled devotion, conjure a potion
To fortune our way…
Verse our own version, a uni-verse portion
Reach back to the grounding, listen
For sounding and stirs in the earth.