Sing Autumn Light

Sing clouds.

Sing sassafras.

Sing glorious mountains.

This is the

pleasant autumn of 

our days and the

vibrant autumn

of this light.

There is a gold

that gloams its

way full-blown

into the cranium

of our living

and screams, "NEW",

"Everything is NEW".

Sing earth breath

as you rake with

force across the

treetops

on the hill.

Noise at your

passing; noise 

at your return.

Sing autumn light

in everything you 

touch and spring 

back into a dying

newness of life.

One that is so

bright; one that

is so fresh we

will forget the

sordid snows

awaiting us at

the turn in the

road of time - 

the path of change.

This wildness of

autumn is making way

for the falling of

the snows of winter.

The days of stillness

and cloudless skies

are resting for the

wildness that cracks

open in the summer-ending

slanted light of late

September.