Thursday, October 1, 2020

October Leaves



October leaves on the footpath and pond
were galaxies, star-shaped maple;
colours of evening, hearth colours;
of a year whose duties have been seen to;
of hands when the deal is done.

Russet, reds, yellows, browns:
colours of contentment, of retiring.
In November they were rotting, blackening
in sodden heaps, turning rapidly back to humus,
my October stars. In December they were gone,
but had left hand-shaped traces all over the path,
waving back, those happy souls

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