She's all Spring and Summer
Strength
and words of shelter
He's all maps and formlines
waits
in wings for Springtime
Take these tattered ghosts
from their trenches
ink-smeared, tethered tight
to the depth curve
Autumn only waits for the silent
ones sometimes.
"If their voices chase
out the brisk months,
quiet those windy wights
with a new song.
Autumn only waits for the silent
ones," she said.
In 3/4 time
the distances unwind
so swiftly
Afterburn of quiet nights
glows, fading.
He's all sovereign anger,
righteous, stiff
but twisting
She's all cavalier, now--
cat-quick through
projections
Past the legends,
rose our directions
Keyed to Winter's
dumb introversions
Years just spilling over the levee's
prescribed edge.
With their weathered ghosts
in the trenches,
tired-eyed, tethered tight
to the map's edge
Autumn only cares for the silent
ones some days.