autumn – Strange Creatures Publishing

King of Autumn

At last they led me
deep into arbored oaks,

The air is thick with the burning islands.
I wake in the morning to a dry throat.

This Autumn night is full of shadowed sounds
From leaves that might be steps upon a lawn

These are almanac days, I feel
Autumn crushing down the hours.

Framing your face in a fall of locks
—black Autumn, down by the locks,

Impatient chrisms of Summer Storms
that break

Beneath the sheets of water tumbling cool around
a layered shale slowly overturns.