Autumn Whispers and Flails Her Arms

It’s raining leaves and acorns Contrast of sound Silent shapes and colors drifting Meanwhile the nuts Shelling my roof, my deck, the air Autumn whispers and flails her arms No doubt now she’s arrived She’s arrived in brisk fashion today She’s armed and dangerous and beautiful and clamorous, turning bold and cold and amorous. Why do I say amorous? Married couples will move from the sides of their bed, to cuddle-pretend, igniting fires in the center of their universe… falling…falling…falling in love, not minding the other breathing down their neck, the oceanic snore, cold feet. Cold feet, you say? The flirtation of feet will create giggles, in fact. Only makes the heart grow fonder in this autumnal swaddle. If you're too young to understand, well *bless your heart— Go take a flying leap into a crunchy, harvested, wholesome pile of down… down you go in your innocence make it last because raking lasts, as well— you’ll find out soon enough about aches and pains— falling… 10/16/2021 used to express fondness; or sympathy for someone, oft said in a covert and condescending way.