Autumn Burns

Written fall '07, about the scenery of Massachusetts whilst attending Simon's Rock College of Bard. (I have since left.)

The leaf accepts the hand of the wind
and turns.
Their dance sets the branch on fire. 

 

 The birch-woman learns that her tree name
sounds brittle and thin like candied bone.

And autumn burns.

The old wind grows a beard of ice.
He prepares for an ancient war.

And autumn burns. 

 

 The wolf looks into the eyes of a man
with a body of meat and a predator’s core. 

And autumn burns.

 

The daughter dances, arms open crucifix-like
in a field as flames play with her skirt.

And autumn burns. 

The man stomps across his house of straight lines and angles;

He examines his smoldering blood.

And autumn burns.

 

The daughter burns
The woman burns
And autumn burns
As dancing branches grow black as earth.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I find this very interesting and cryptic... I see it as the transition the trees go through as the winter approaches, first time I read your work and I really enjoyed it.

[Justin Tobey]

I too don't full understand the meaning, but it all really flows and has great ideas. : )

[Kostas M.]

I like your poem. I didn't really understood what it was for, but I like the words you used and this whole "dark" feeling it expresses. And all that pictures of decay are beautiful in a depressing way. Nice work.