A Fall Confirmation
Pine Siskins sparkle
not in black flecks
not in black flecks
but in a chorus
of urgent high voices
of urgent high voices
as grit
flying wild
in a river current
in a river current
rounding rocks unseen
in the October sky.
They answer
accusations
that my life
is too small,
too plain, too
short.
The maple joins the defense
as green
veins bleed to red
and leaf upon leaf release
into a
season of letting go
into a request of the wind
that a breeze
catch our fall
swing us in
a rocking descent,
tumble us in
a friendly roll
with gold
and red companions
before we melt as leaves do
in December rains.
in December rains.
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