stiff pelican
Final fresh fruit flows from the edge of eradication
eagerly enticing us with succulent sweetness
But the feeling of green is fading fast
Forget us not in what follows they convey
And a fungus conflagration frets away all surviving strength
Stills the sap streaming in slender stems
Rot reaching around, ripping through fibers
Shiver as the scent of stark wind sends for us
And all anywhere still growing is gloom,
gleefully guessing November is nigh, no negation, not negotiable
Reason grips reality but my shuddering rudder is
redirecting right into the ravine
The ravens return to rule, roosting on bleak blighted branches
Croaking they call into the encroaching crepuscular
billowing bloated blobs of cloud
covering crashing collapsing blackened cracking corpses
Sheer shadows strip structure
Inchoate illumination I implore to irradiate me
But wind wipes withered leaves from shriveled stems
Furious fearful fall flickered first then flourished fully
Contemptuous consecrated king of decrease and decay
Wizened winter will wrestle for its worldly power withal
And now we wait, slumbering, slowing, stopping
at least for a while
crude canyon
delicate fog
uncut silo
