Autumn arrived.
But instead of a woven blanket of acorns and dandelions
That the world prepared to be tucked into,
The ground gave way to the stirring Sun, covered with spices
And the beings crawled out blinking.
They marked the falling of leaves as floating movement,
Saw the shaking trees of the season as awakening -
Nature was not slowing for silence and snow,
It was being noticed -
It was finally being known.
But instead of a woven blanket of acorns and dandelions
That the world prepared to be tucked into,
The ground gave way to the stirring Sun, covered with spices
And the beings crawled out blinking.
They marked the falling of leaves as floating movement,
Saw the shaking trees of the season as awakening -
Nature was not slowing for silence and snow,
It was being noticed -
It was finally being known.
Copyright LJ 2020.
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