75 Autumn poems

Chestnuts fell in the charred season, Fell finally, finding room In air to open their old cases So they gleam out from the gold leaves, In the dusk now, where they dropped down. I go watch them, waiting for winter, Their husks open and holding on. Those rusted rims are rigid=hard And cling clean to the clear brown, And the fall sun sinks soon, And the day draws to its dark end, .and the feet give up the gray walk, no longer lingering, light gone, and I am here and do not go home. Hollow gifts to cold children: The chestnuts they hid in small caches Have gone hollow, their gleam gone, Their grain gone, and the children are home.

the equinox arrives without announcement equal dark and light for exactly one day i wait for it every year like a small ceremony nobody else is celebrating

The equinox is just a date but the light knows the light is different the afternoon has an opinion the light says: start finishing things

dead leaves on the path i am walking through death in my boots on a wednesday this feels significant it's probably just leaves

Autumn again the leaves doing their best dramatic exit i don't know why i feel most like myself when things are dying