North gusts rush the trees
Oak and Birch clap twirling leaves
Swelling squalls sing through the boughs
As autumn grows in the Ramapoughs

Dogwood berries a scarlet scant
Branch and limb shake and chant
Woodchucks forage a forest floor
Red Maple's rust transpose a score

Pine scented chill of an early morn
Convection fog on a bog forlorn
Ascending sun an orange congeal
Summer’s fate a cycles seal

But green plumes still shout a season’s glory
Closing the chapter on a summer’s story
Cold Canadian highs hard by my home
As autumn grows in the Ramapoughs

Oakland
10/05/88

Charlie Parker with Strings:
Autumn in New York