THE SECRET OF THE AIR

Sky like silver,

Clearing bare.

Leaves long gone,

October there.

 

Moon near.

Then outside,

Smell of pear,

Leaves alive

 

In April air.

Noon sins

Kill sleep,

Scare the winds

 

Across the street

Of autumn;

Resurrection,

Pumpkins

 

Still to come,

Share 

The pollen

In the sun. 

 

NOTES ON THE SECRET OF THE AIR