Fall comes on too strong/ Branches up in summer’s skirt/ Before she thinks no/
Overcast skies cast over / this lake, my unquiet mind / the fish dart away /
An old house, these woods / sunlight drips through leaky trees / on the forest floor /
Cathedral pines rock – in this ocean of green waves – I roll through and drown.
I. Shady Lane barefoot at twilight we play Ghosts in the Graveyard vanishing in dark II. Rook cards slap on the porch after-dinner Manhattans kids drunk with freedom III. Beckoning June is ever-dusk fireflies wink in gangly grass as I pedal home
Buttery light spread/ on this white November wall/ winter’s knife is slow.
Fall wind scatters flocks/ Birds and leaves, from branch to sky/ Have we stem, or wing?
All the birds rise up/ fragments of lake taking wing/ undone, becoming.