Knees of Autumn

Beneath the ashes of twilight and the bodice of  
nature and symphony bees of the antiseptic rose  
swooning petal expressions with the scented soul  
as the soft winds blow through the gills of the trees  
with the moon rising over the wheelwright and the  
wooden hypnotic silence whispering inuendoes  
swaying to the moon with shadows of butterflies  
as nature holds onto the knees of Autumn
listening to the crickets do-si-do, and "Yippee-ki-yay"