Ode to Autumn
Clouds darken as they roll west
like a slow wave of the heavens.
Shades of silver shift to darker charcoal
in just one deep breath.
Sheltered under this canopy of old growth trees,
doubt makes way for confidence on these
And long-ago tombstones sing of lives gone by
in this cloud of today.
Peeking from behind brambles
persimmons hang ripe, and plentiful
from a hilltop tree.
Their saturated orange flesh is calming.
Flesh robust and sure,
just like these pioneers buried here,
and Kalapuyans before.
Early winter air nips at my face,
announcing this time
of bare branches
draped in grays and browns,
with an invitation…
you, walking and kicking up the leaves,
to the darkness, to the deep quiet.”
“Welcome to this place
where silhouette and shadow
uncover what has been waiting.”
Be it love or loneliness, or dreams
hidden in the stone.