it was autumn and me bound
tight with scratchy ropes and lies
that could not be easy-parted

your stricken look
of compassion golden-sharp,
like lightening stooping down
you set me free, and started

a fire in that late autumn land,
so cold, so sluggish in the tepid sun
and languishing towards winter

given up to
given over to
inevitability
and sliding
down

that
gentle
poison
slope

my arms free,
my legs burning,
those ropes away
did fall from me
and your eyes,

heaven’s lightening strike
strike my heart in fire
and my skin burning hot,
glowing passion

radiating out

and the creeping cold
fleeing backward and the sap
running back up from the earth
and into trees thru the branches
and leaves falling up
and then connecting

and autumn’s
peacock splendour
blooms from
mono-drabness

and all around us
earth sings in our breath
synchronized together
and your hands
on my skin
like irons in
the fire

and your eyes
glitter brown and soft
and all at once
my sun and moon

as trees wave
and breathe
and summer rises
from the grave and spring
Sings into the air
in playful winds
and carefree winds
and ceaseless winds

and we come
and we go
without a
trace

and after,
you…me…us
laying there
and autumn
sighs and bows
and thankful for
another moment
present and it slides
away, gives up its ghost

and winter comes, quietly
comes to claim her prey
with tender frosty kiss so cold
concealing unrelenting blade
so unforgiving, bloodless,
without pity and me?

I, so young then,
and now so old
remembering the resurrection
of the autumn trees so glad
as the flakes
of snow float down
like tears of joy
come to an end
and become still
symphony of sorrow
and now I leave

forever
on the wind
and free

on the carefree wind
and in the cooling dirt.