harvest

 
the highest pitched reds
along the edges of summers combustion
are irradiated down to the rhythm of ember

slow,subtle, autumnal lows
hang heavy on the echoes
of Caesars' solstice

earths' shallow acrobats
lunge forward
tumbling
in the years most inspired performance

root broke dirt
counts off time in fragrance
beat in fruit

fibers hold hands
to carry the bounty

clay is molded
to vessel the juice

felled trees extend
their cracked backs
as fuel
to these nights
of encircled glow

the shadows gain the weight of indigo
as the air of certainty
is intoxicated by spectrum

October lives in the lips of lovers
who speak kiss in plenty
who are well drunk for slumber