Step into the fall

Let the force carry your call

The river is all

In the gloaming hour

In between day and darkness

There I am alive

Rain spatters over

Beaten down racks rusted brown

Brackish and unkempt

Beech’s golden crown

Drifts gently back down and rests

On the forest ground

Snatch sunlight slivers

Splintering silver sky screed

Softly soothes smooth skin

Teared from ragged limbs

Mourn this incantation’s end

Sweep for what we were

Neverlasting days

While yellow leaves still cling tight

Everending ways

I wonder who knows

Where the mycelium grows

And when the fruit shows

There’s a black sun spot

Burns and turns while branches rot

Seasons we forgot

Rolling static lines

Crackle over steel and glass

Disconnecting us

When do you listen

To the voices of my leaves

If wind gives them speech?

Focus not toward

The obstacle in the way

But on light from shade

Summer’s fallen grass

Should never have dared to reach

The oak tree’s stature

As the seasons change

Raging rivers return rain

Fire flows from flame

The flame of autumn

Curls and licks skeletal trees

And leaves charred remains

I could choke again

And I broke even back then

I am falling down

Try to untangle

The place I find myself, from

Where I want to be

Into cloudlit skies

Startlings flock and grainly rise

Sighting up sore eyes

While we stand and stare

Frost cleaves to each edge like hair

Autumn leaves us bare

Open wide those eyes

Let the light work it’s magic

Fill your searching mind

What was once a dream

Comes to life before my eyes

Never stop making

Living underground

Crawling towards vital sounds

In my loamy gown

Scurry across lawns

Hunt for a prickly hedgerow

To keep off the rain

Peeping though ivy

A world that is lost to me

Never stationary