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A Meadow For Autumn

A meadow for Autumn

Forest, I lay me down to rest
upon bed of moss.
 
Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me 
lichen kenning myself 
as Rip Van Winkle 
except being repurposed
as  oldest living species. 

With an estimated age of 8,600 years, 
Rhizocarpon geographicum, 
also referred to as the Map lichen, 
is the planet's oldest lichen.

Said complex life forms 
witness symbiotic partnership 
of two separate organisms, 
a fungus and an alga
to equinoctial metaphor
at which the sun crosses 
the celestial equator, 
when day and night  
approximately equal length 
(about September 22 and March 20).

When evening doth fall 
'pon summers’ end,
a hint of splendor 
bequeathed arose
firmament changed scenery
(this soon third equinox act 
since new year) bellows
basses loaded and blasted 
in sync with 
pyrotechnic pizzazz,
while electric light orchestras 
suites scored for cellos,
thus quiet riot madrigal
of multitudinous notes swirl
from bronzed leaf like fellows
dancing elliptically forsooth
greeting mother earth
with characteristic rills 
brawny sons and daughters 
harvest September hellos
before dawn's early light mellows.

Against backdrop sensational war 
doth mother nature wage, 
how peachy keen, 
and grand to be seated
at plum lined 
tree center stage
to behold colorful 
capering downward 
spiraling threnody
quintessential silent rage
chapter three  
nature alluded to
a tome poem,
and first page
known to humans since…
way before indigenous tribes
occupied North America 
such as Osage
and/or other natives, 
whose keen scents foretold
the onset from flora and 
fauna sings they did gauge.

Now the regimentation 
of existence commandeered
by strict adherence 
affianced to the clock
lest an employee arrive one second late –
her/his pay will go hickory dock
which sequestration 
to the twenty first century life
analogous to men 
undergoing emasculation,
whereby he may as well be a eunuch
without thick horn, where business
deals concluded as overhead 
a flock of seagulls 
migrate to southern climes,
which with global warming seems ad hoc
yet the multitudinous animals and plants
genetically under rubric of lifelock,
which mucking around viz industrialization
humankind doth make a mock
‘ere re: and drive many miniscule species
to take safety and shelter under a rock
totally oblivious, 
those bipedal hominids haphazardly
scurry to work in order 
to purchase schlock
courtesy crypto currency
redeemable at social media platforms
especially one named TikTok.

Thus this pre dormant season,
where one must be vigilant and tread
like angels heeding curtain call
draw wing summer to a close
with damn the torpedoes salvo,
the cacophony kaleidoscope of color
per fifty plus shades of red
forecast thee onset 
of cooler temperatures
with falun gong foliage natural compost
shelter burrowing creatures, 
who stash goodies
at a later time to be fed
thus each of us need be vigilant
with no misstep to tread
upon feet lightly negotiating
whereat dwells busy itty-bitty bodies
well nigh invisible to the naked eye,
yet if ground swell of organisms
once would behold 
a micro/macroscopic 
whirled wide web.

Copyright © Matthew Harris

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