Autumn's potion

Dancing, glimmering, silver aglow
Spider’s silk thin in the grass below
Dancing and waiting for things to be so
Unintelligible pattern, but only to believe it is so!


And lift up your worries, to fall like acorns, below


Leaves painted here, autumn, death on display,
Beauty is her, aesthesia for pain
But winter is coming, autumn, life, indeed finite
Despite the cries I make, intelligible my delight.


The code here for life, the genetics of every leaf,
Speared here by a rake, munched there by tiny beast.


Bulbs hide here, deep beauty in gestation,
The promise of spring their only motivation,
To live through cruel winter, and laugh in her face,
Only autumn comes again, to put daffodil in her place.


And lift up your promises, like glass broken, clock face


Hummingbird is here, glass ready to scry,
For only she can tell truth from ladybug lie,
And raven knows the truth behind view, bird’s eye


And lift up your pain, death, patient it lies


The cicadas here give their last benediction,
And summer receding, loosens her spell
Drink deep of autumn, prepare for cruel winter,


And lift up your spirits, weary, stories to tell