Fall is so beautiful! The way it sings with sleepy birds
and unkempt skies. the way it does nothing at all but brown-yellow leaves
and a Harvest Moon, plucking the Dark out of a perfect black.
there are so many stars now.
I’m so in love with all the loveliness! i cannot sing!
i can only be mindful of how absolute
a Joy can be.
and how wondrous an atom
of Time.

Sleep dreams of Me
and I can only be mindful
of how the air is clean.
full of opposite smoke
and all the marvels of Creation
swimming in a lack of Perfection.
Come ‘round from an opulent
Thought.
All Life, a Supreme Quiet.

Fall is so welcome. i cannot fathom
the Mirror of Spring
without holding an imponderable  
in the palm of my
Yes.