Yesterday, I felt autumnal air; dry.
In the dark hour
a rain cool and light
and a crowd of shameless leaves
we turned our backs on
so they could be free.
Today, I heard autumnal sounds; distant.
Knowing the present land, and daylight, and burn
looking up, to see the formation of an arrow
as down is carried in a wide zig-zag toward my feet
and a knowing of the present harvest;
we feed our bodies whole.
Tomorrow, I become the autumnal sky; orange.
Of comfort and a tree
we’ll lift our faces
and the stars will cover us
until the journey’s end.
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