Autumn Song
Autumn Song
Winter's edge begins to cull
our lovely pregnant aching Autumn
swollen with Summer fruit
and wild wind-sown berries of the Spring.
Sun-drunk pears,
startling all the wild amazed birds,
leap through frosted air
like rainbows, yellow red and gold.
To spread their final sunburst
over chill-threatened Earth.
Autumn is almost more than we can bear.
all memory of beauty grace and light,
Of promise kept, or not, and ripeness in decline.
Smells of slow decay hint at April's green
and rusting leaves recall
Branching glories of the Spring.
The pears were not taught, do not expect,
harbor from ice-bladed wind,
so gathered by your hands they glow
wondering, silent, through slanting afternoons,
Amazed to the end by the warmth
of your voice, your touch, your love
their second un-hoped for
Summer in the Sun.
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