A Meadow For Autumn

• Posted by: matthew harris
• Created: September 24, 2016
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when eve doth fall upon summers’ end, 

   a hint of splendor bequeathed arose
upon firmament as changed scenery 

   (this third equinox act since new year) bellows
basses loaded and blasted in sync with pyrotechnic pizzazz,

   while orchestras suites scored for cellos
thus quiet riot of multitudinous notes swirl 

   from each bronzed leaf like fellows
dancing elliptically forsooth greeting mother earth 

   with char rills brawn son hellos.
how peachy keen and grand to be seated 

   at plum lined tree center stage 
to behold the colorful capering downward spiraling threnody 
   quintessential silent rage
chapter three if nature alluded to 

   as a tome poem – and now the first page

known to humans since…way before indigenous tribes 
   occupied North America such as the Osage
 and/or other natives, whose keen scents foretold

   the onset from flora and fauna sings they did gauge.

now the regimentation of existence commandeered 
   by strict adherence affianced to the clock
lest an employee arrive one second late – 

   her/his pay will go hickory dock
which sequestration to the twenty first century life 
   analogous to men undergoing emasculation, 

   whereby he may as well be a eunuch
without thick horn, where business 

   deals concluded as overhead a flock

of seagulls migrate to southern climes, 

   which with global warming seems ad hoc

yet the multitudinous animals and plants 

   genetically under rubric of life lock
which mucking around viz industrialization 

   humankind doth make a mock

‘ere re: and drive many miniscule species 

   to take safety and shelter under a rock

totally oblivious, those bipedal hominids haphazardly 
   scurry to work in order to purchase schlock.

thus this pre dormant season, 

   where one must be vigilant and tread 
like angels heeding curtain call 

   draw wing summer to a close 
   with damn the torpedoes salvo, 

   the cacophony kaleidoscope of color 
   per fifty plus shades of red
forecast thee onset of cooler temperatures 

   with falun gong foliage natural compost    

   shelter burrowing creatures, who stash goodies 

   at a later time to be fed
thus each of us need be vigilant 

   with no misstep to tread 
upon feet lightly negotiating 

   whereat dwells busy itty-bitty bodies

well nigh invisible to the naked eye, 

   yet if ground swell of organisms
   once would behold a microscopic whirled wide web!

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