golden copper leaves
scuttle round our feet
enter, enter
this vault of fall
walk with me down
its glittering hall
its buttresses are blustering
dead, rich trees flying
blossoming with that wealth
of the curious street-side poet—
around you both flock
pages and pages of little black notes
just some arpeggios
that a student dropped
but by God! they have become a
stream in our autumnal storm
along that golden clutter
copper fluttering rakishly
by
God!
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a