AUTUMNAL

Ancient rocks hold sacred space
In September’s river flow
Untold tempests have effaced
Crag edges nimbly erased
Form sculpted bowls that bestow
A still splash of life encased
Amid her curling vertigo.
Deep into the sodden quag
I trod the withering phlox
Despite the temperate lag
Scorpio sets back the clock
And the sacred law crows brag
Of Autumnal equinox
Under the birch canopy
Fronds quiver probable cause
My sorrow, he’s here with me
He’s October’s effigy
Gilded confetti applause
Proclaims that he thinks of me
Beauty fades, fall’s menopause.
In November’s deference
In surging eventide suite
Before snowy days commence
O’er the underbrush sweet cadence
Of chartreuse and bittersweet
Resplendent hues of senescence
Obscure the path beneath my feet.
© 2019 Deborah Garcia