I fall
To the merciless stone below
Which I not only survive
But somehow
Shatter
Fragments and rubble
Tumble to the lake below
While I stand above
Shaking
My fist
At the world
That tried to take me
Tag: fall
Cattails and Colour
Cattails sway
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away
Soothed
By gentle light
And subtle colour
Fall’s transition
Life retired
The air goes cold
Wafts of change
Await the spring
To be renewed
Autumn Moon
In the chill night air of autumn
I lay down on a rainbow
Of dewy grass and withered leaves
To watch the super moon rise
Between shedding branches
I lay down on a rainbow
Of dewy grass and withered leaves
To watch the super moon rise
Between shedding branches
Kakadu in the summer, no — it’s fall — no, actually, spring
Travellers
We get confused about seasons
We get confused about seasons
Like when we’re in Kakadu
And it’s October
Which is fall
Except it’s early spring
Yeah, spring in Australia
Resonant truth
“But, how do you know?” she asked.
I paused. Reflected. Then, “have you ever known something to be true, absolutely true, even though there was no way you could know it to be true, because there was no reason to think it was true? Something you can’t explain to anyone else, even explain to yourself?”
A light so bright it blinds me
Sometimes
The light is so bright
It blinds me
The light is so bright
It blinds me
And then
I am able to
Truly see
Anticipation
Fiery leaves
Have hardly touched the ground
And I anticipate
The mountain snows
The steep slopes
And deep powder
Which transport me
To a peaceful bliss
Have hardly touched the ground
And I anticipate
The mountain snows
The steep slopes
And deep powder
Which transport me
To a peaceful bliss
Autumn
A chill, damp, grey day
Empty picnic tables
In an empty park
Where all the leaves have fallen
Empty picnic tables
In an empty park
Where all the leaves have fallen
What could say autumn more
With such spare beauty
And somber solitude?
Jonesing for true autumn
I grew up in New England
Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October
Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October
The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire
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