On Autumn
The autumn colors have a Fall Foliage Hotline.
The wild, the beautiful colors,
As interpretation of the setting sun.
Discover the yellow,
Another pigment found on the sky.
Such colored leaves fall,
In alchemy, glucose into glucose.
Privacy of the flesh softens,
And warms to shut down the seeds.
My sister! Keats focuses on your hands,
You walk with sweetened whipped cream around you,
Sisters in this abundance!
There is the dying, and apple cider press,
Dependent upon this seemingly unending supply of the fruit.
To open the elixir of sugar in sap,
The swallows are gathering, now with sugared holly leaves.
Foil and allusions in coffee powder (1/4 teaspoon vanilla).
Beat eggs until the doomed lambs bleat.
Skies turn inward.
Associated with the wild, the maturing season,
You can survive -- the poet observes symbolically,
To reduce their language with melancholy.
Now autumn at the subtlest. Listen.
