Falling Time

falling time sitting at peace the world far away stopped at the property line when I returned dinner was quick more like a summer lunch eaten with relish of sun setting through wind haggard trees the last wild geese call voices eager to be away follow the warmth south to waiting fields of sweet grass already this year is near to a memory it is falling time thoughts like leaves drift and dance landing in a crackling heap then stillness, unnoticed at first, rolls through me as it passes from darkening limbs; the settling sun seems to suck the sounds down over the edge of the world I close my eyes and dive after it into its new day somewhere beyond where Spring is just awakening.