roto-tilled clouds:
swirling sooty silver-grays and purples
moving ever-northward
perhaps like geese gliding swiftly atop
the hazy-blue mist
the dew-covered horizon    brown    green
geese gliding home to Canada

Canada
clouds like heavy fibers being pulled apart    slowly
like cotton
like hoary hairs thinning on top
an old man's head

for they are moving northward now
I can sense it
it is not the Earth moving
I am facing west through trees
and these clouds keep moving/thinning to the dark
yellows    pinks    faded

dark clouds soon obscure the pallid glowing harvest moon
this golden grapefruit hanging above the Earth

it is Kansas and it is dusk

this is the meaning of orange autumns:
to stand looking westward beyond the well-worn wooden handles
of some rusting rotting ploughshare
and know that clouds move north swiftly
perhaps to Canada