In Reply To Autumn
Autumn
I know what you’re telling me:
that there’s only listening
that if I close my eyes these colors
are so close to what I see
within
like a coral reef
of lichen so blue
and changeable just enough
to know that something has happened
within
summer’s possession
like leaves’ fingers falling on dawn’s keys
cars full of hung-over people returning to the cities piled on the horizon
beaches laced with char
washed up from a fire on an even more northern shore
raven stepping among the necklace
looking for things to eat
among the jewels of fallen fire
all living from fires even more northern than America
- John Rock 2018
John Rock grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan in the United States and spent many years on the shores of Lake Superior working on poetry. He presently lives in northern New Mexico where he's in love with attempting to transcribe the wind and moonlight in the pines. And the ravens soaring above them. More poetry and novels at johnrockpoetry.com
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