Seasons creep up on you you take the long bleary look out across summer spy that blood red leaf and think you know about fall Until the air bites with a chill at your neck and the clinging leaves circle your ankles The darkness descends and the line between night and day slithers away Jack’s lanterns appear on stoops their ghoulish smiles tarry ’til nighttime Did you know they roll to their victims? And the pumpkin slime on the lanes? Some lucky one that got away Skeletons appear in yards graveside planning parties while we sleep Be wary All Hallows eve approaches monsters and ghosts freely stamping passports on the earth mingle with playful children Did you know chocolate pairs well with hemo-goblin?
It was a day full romping in sand surf splashing on worn jeans loping on dirt paths sunlight patterned in company of leafed limbs towering white my companion bounded along beside chasing wildlife real and imagined too late to catch nonetheless undaunted A day full of quiet bubbly laughs escaping lips few heard At the end night gently descended deapening shadows painting worn wooden floors the soft bed cradled we basked completed in the afterglow
I don nut see and I don nut smell but I know they call me plump and that’s ok by me I use a lot of sprinkles and sugar But I have a hole in my soul and my baker knowing my weakness fills me to the top with cremes and jams gently rounding out those negative spaces To be sure I am not alone and know where I fit in Place me under glass with all my fellows We to be the chosen ones seen then adored
It is late Through summer I wagged at magpies caught the warm rains as they flooded down my back I basked in golden glows many times over Watched squirrels leaping to and fro in a dance to music they only hear Lent a hand to spiders nimble paintings And now, Autumn I feel a deep surrender My green skin dries and turns illuminated gold I die as I float down landing softly without tears or regret to gently cradle the oncoming snows
As I ascend the steep staircase ever turning to the right in this ancient tower I don’t think about the jostling tourbus or the pages in my hand I think about all the people living, dead or long dead who scuffed wells into the stone treads I lay my hands to the walls and I can feel them They live here these souls in the touch of their fingers as they steadied their climb I feel them in their distant voices echoing off the stone walls And now I am yet one more voice in this ancient chorus
To eat a sesame bagel I must toast and then slather on the soft cheese The crunch and the smooth melding on my tongue Remaining are the seeds scattered like beautiful random memories dotting the plate These little remnants opportune bliss against all that I have gathered in pain and duty I moisten a finger and attract the seeds in ones and twos laying them unhurried on my tongue these tiny nutty little things In that quieting space I remember and I can feel that much is still fine and truly well
It’s late summer The light has faded I feel a deep sigh coming on Fields of tall grasses yellowed falling over in heat exhaustion Bright red berry laden branches fill thickets The black berries already withered on wild vines Yellow jackets old fly confused And there right before me relief Evidence of a changing guard A garnet leaf amid the papery green A signal that Fall is on the march
The clock teeters on the brink between night and day I between awake and sleep I open my door to midnight one last nod a grateful farewell thus squeezing just a little more out of this day I stand enfolded in tranquil darkness wrapped in sky The lights in my abode diminished behind me Lights from other lives reach out across the blackness shed on what and whom I do not know but wonder sometimes Then like some familiar task with barely a thought I let go I wander back inside shutter the door slip into bed and fall over the edge into the oncoming day