pt.2

Autumnal pre-winter resolutions
New ice congregates
Around the edges of the pond
Clinging to Goldsteam's riverbanks
Three swans swim the boggy pond
Preen, and tuck bill beneath wing
Hunkered down to cheat the wind
The first days of fall
And the prognosticators
Predict snow, this goes without saying
But each hour of clear sunlight
Breathes life into an Indian summer
I am in denial to the passage of time
I resist seasonal change,
Alas limbs are bare,
And the squirrel still scurries,
But me I’m just marking time
The sky grows grey and most of
The leaves are on the ground
Facing skyward,
Awaiting a possible frost
Mushrooms are rotting
And cranberries begin to ferment
On the limb, they are sweet and bitter
Much like my heart
Equinox passes and I subsist
On an appetite for books, making lists
And exercising the body and the imagination
If I were a more of a bear,
I would just hibernate
And awaken far beyond
The holidays