A New York Fall

A Poem by JamesA

Born on the road from Lake Ontario to Ithaca, Oct. 9, 2016

A New York Fall

You can tell the big water is near
The willows tell
Standing, still, whispering
they are truly everywhere
lash me gently with their verdant hair
it’s there, just over there,
they say; the big water...

The oaks of the forest
hurl their seed
my back was turned and it was a lark!
I laughed, and the seasons spun
an oaken army grew beneath my feet and lifted
me to the sky and it took a hundred years

A million maples wave their raiment
with knowing smiles,
for mile upon mile
for ever
they promise to lay themselves bare
as you watch, rapt, breathless

See! five flashing fingers
Sapphire gleaming facets
beneath cumulus mountains
and a marigold sun
outstretch, caress the land
with a loving hand
that I reached out for,
and touched and grasped
so very hard

by JamesA