Fall, my favorite season
Fires chlorophyllous, riotous,
Swirling as kids rustle about
Hiding in leaves.
Familial conscripts raking
Chafing against Sisyphean task
Hedges color snared
Trees haltingly immodest.
Trick or Treat
The hobgoblins innocent plaint
Mercantile pumpkin spice, cloying sweet
Radiators pinging in the night.
Attic exchange
Swapping old clothes
For the cold new time’s
Pneumonias, grippes, and threats.
As graciously surrendered life
Trampled underfoot
Is taken for granted
It does not have to come again.
The Goth’s solstice snark
“This is when everything dies!”
That’s always been
But joy’s remainder persists through snows.
Beauty in loss
The gnarled maple majestic
The last to denude
Whispers dormant resurrection.
Numbered days these are
The cycles long for some, others short
Go out and play
In the season of fire.
Savor cider, sweatered moments
First frosts and burning piles
The hour’s retreat, harvest fruits
The star’s early dive.
Sundial shadows stretch
Marking time gravity bent
Ordinary yet Eternal
Carried away are we.
Listen. Are you listening?
The world remorselessly spins
Taking no account of sin
But with each turn
It does it all over again.
No matter money or fame
All consigned to time’s flame
Swirling, riotous, it consumes all
So goeth before the fall.
