Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Slipping into Autumn

Do not lament but hold your chilled cheeks high.
The frozen finger’s crooked but holds no threat.
Embrace the fiery promise in the sky.

Observe the ochre-tinged confetti fly,
Cast down from fingers blacked in silhouette.
Do not lament but hold your chilled cheeks high.

The spirit’s eye is arched. It wonders why
Great Samhain’s robes are stained with dull regret.
Embrace the fiery promise in the sky.

The greatest book is senseless to the eye
When stripped of part of life’s great alphabet.
Do not lament but hold your chilled cheeks high.

Oh blesséd time – your frozen waters lie
To stay the hand that wields both rod and net.
Embrace the fiery promise in the sky.

The busy wren does not curl up and sigh
When frosted earth demands new etiquette.
Do not lament but hold your chilled cheeks high.
Embrace the fiery promise in the sky.

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