A Fall Trail

Old autumn comes towing by the theft ov the maiden

Stampeded by brooding over the rushes ov feld skin

A phragmite ov follies bare walking on weed beds

Over brush into bog as bark crackles toward winter

Descend into marsh where its waters ebb sentence

Dunking thy whore by the commands ov a Puritan

Wielding a holy collar as Latin tugged in English

Asunder takes its form by the scattering ov a village

A rite-binding oath returns the specter to its sender

A confession impressed by stone 

Grows a seed of a fonder vengeance

Mowing through the scrub 

Awarding death an entrance 

No gods and no more masters 

For we many few are legion

Moving forests with a match 

Reducing trees to their splinters

Leaky resin rot resembles the amber ov November

Transfigured fingers scorched by sky

Smoking out the mammals nesting 

The fires of sight along fall-hued eyes

Grant decay as nature's blessing

A doe jumps through a croft 

munching on cut wheat stems 

Cicadas and barking dogs

Cross a hopping known familiar

Sweeping stairs with flight 

Alight, an ancient Trailhead 

Gourds grow in the wild

As the unhollowed nightly witness.