Autumn Day
after Rilke
It’s time. The summer’s over now for good.
The hayricks’ shadows reach across the fields,
and bluejays have decamped for other woods.
Moss thickens on the rocks. There’s no appeal.
At last, come savor tannins in the sacred
wine, fruit that’s bursting on the wild tendrils.
Each pumpkin plumps upon the sumptuous acres.… Read the rest