In the cattle field,
Millions of fuzzy racemes
Are dying.
The mullein and goldenrod,
Rusty heads of petal
Shoot up towards the heavens
In immutable cries,
Brandished swords quivering
Against the onslaught
Of changing seasons.
The tide of fall creeps upon
Summer's shores,
Slow, sad rhythms
Weeds of changing patterns.
A clammy chill rises up
from the womb of the earth
****** organs regress and exchange the flitting energy of evolution
For foundation
Thick, coarse roots burrow deeper and tremble.
We're all afraid of something
bigger than us
For even the trees shake in anticipation
For a growing colder
Darker night
That lay in wait
Just beyond the senses.