2008 Sep 13, 1:58am
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Autumn Poems

Autumn Silence

Falling.
Falling.

Float down.

Jog left,
Sway right,
And fall
On a tumbling course
Until…

Sky meets base for the first time.

The demeanor of the wind changes
– a scent, imperceptible at first –
Until there is earnest,

And the crow begins its song of gathering
(for it knows it is a songbird).

Rest
Upon loam
And earth.
Curl
Upon self.

Shushh.

~ David Jay Spyker

~~~~~~~

Web

Silver thread,
As tenuous as life,
As persistent as life,
Is strung ’round to capture
Autumn harvest on the wing,
Sustenance,
And chill morning dew.

Nightfall comes
To mask the fleeting warmth
(too soon),
And then…

No more.

~ David Jay Spyker


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