Monday, September 23, 2019

Autumn Coda

The shrieking resumes
      After desolation
            Its life
However unpromising
      It seems
            To us
The sparrows and crows
      Will continue to contend
            In song

It is not enough
      We want to call it death
            And turn away
Too terrified we've missed out
       On the richness
            Of emptiness
The bird cries inconvenient
       For our theories
             Of undisclosed sleep

It's as if when we're afraid
        Of longing
             There are no words
And thus there's nothing
       A nothing not of sun
             And leaves translucent
But of what we can't
       Remember
              In the distances of dream

What really happened
       When the snows had
              Bound our minds
Before the red hegemon of our shame
       Required another
              Memory to burn through
For when the spring
       Will fold completely
               In the past