binding the october winds
Reynard in the bumble-sun
This morning the wind people spoke through the trees
sifting shoals of burnished leaves
inscribing whispered invitations on the shifting air
Last night we had our first freeze of the season. I brought in all the houseplants that summer outdoors. Now today I must find the time to clean and re-pot them, and find places where they’ll at least get a peek at the sun when it’s shining. So here’s a seed, the trunk of a wee palm, a bit of shelter, the blowing of a cold wind pushing leaves off of trees. Here’s a bit of rock, and a bit of rain, and a cold waning moon.
Across from the library I saw a red japanese maple against the wall of one of Smith College’s buildings.
Autumn in a New England college town.
it was a sunny day and the pods were ripe and the seeds were set to blow away
the angel of summer is departing
this snake is an underground river,
while the trees have burst into flames