A Change of Seasons

I could see the autumn colors
in the orange morning light.
They were just a hint till then
when the great, golden ball
lifted off the equator
and slowly took flight
in a sky no longer night.
Sunrise meeker than the day before
eased into the trees
and lit the leaves with yellow rosiness
gently delicate

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October at the End of the Otonabee

There’s calling from the grasses.
There’s an urgency before the freeze-up,
gather your nuts and find shelter.
Spooks of slow, twirling vapors
encircle the shoreline.
This water hosts kingfisher
and muskellunge;
the crocodiles of the north.

When these edging trees are bare
come this November breeze,
we will remember rubbing shoulders
with mighty July?
But here now, by the water
everything is grey and brown and gold,
and I see why the wolves,
and hares, and sleepy bears
all look the same.

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Baggage

This love is like upheaval
when I’m immobile,
frozen, stuck to the ground.
I cannot budge or even make a peep.
I have no voice, no power.
I am bowled over
by magical forces, I can’t control.

You are like a rattlesnake
with venom of sweet feelings and highs
so magnificent, mine is the sky.
But at this late stage,

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