I love the
grayness
of the tree’s
bare limbs,
cachectic leaves
clinging to the
frozen earth,
what loves
you chooses
not to come
and so you’ve
lived your
life alone
sitting in
a tree
eating bark
fearful of
the night
and the
earth’s
dark song
you’ve
wondered
all these
years what
it would be
a man
a woman
a god
but there
was just
the tree
listen are
those footsteps
can you see
someone coming
is that a shadow
or just the moonlight
bending over to
listen to your heart
and that song
so bereft of
melody that
you listen
all night long
it’s like a voice
singing in your ear
of love and death
and the passing
of another year
you have music
and I have words
you are the sky
and I am the earth
a moon
a tree
and all that’s in between
that’s us
a picture on an easel
a song heard outside a window
trust me
I won’t let you fall
I’ll hold you up
my arms are strong
a heart of wood
a thinning crown
this seasoned girl
will hold her ground
Everything
happens
in the fall;
all loss
is in a leaf–
yellow and gold
to the ground.
Even
tall buildings
must fall;
three thousand
hearts and you
in one hour–
autumn.
Two things
juxtaposed,
whose pain
is greater
the leaf’s
or mine;
Falling,
falling,
falling
into the
bright
September
sun–
everything
happens in
the fall.