Seasons of Fall

 

I moved a dirt clod

with my big toe

down a line of

cratered cement

the pieces

rolled

and fell into place

and place came around

I picked an acorn

with no hat

bald and no

facial expression

a blank stare

put in my pocket

a saw a two bird

V

geese gossiping

mad enough

to leaVe form

and colon ize

I caught one

leaf sliding down

a draft

a crispy curled

loner free fall

onto my life line

the big dipper

emptied a

ladle of frost

all over everything

crystal cool silver

plated night