Across another autumn

It’s for everyone
But me
Because it’s not me
The little bits that fall away like autumn leaves
To be raked and burned
Save for some of them that  pile up in a quiet place and rot
In time I will go there with seed
And watch as I rise like John Barely Corn
That tree will be mine
I will rest in its shade
And eat of its fermented fruit
And laugh as the leaves blow away across another autumn


The hope

In my haste to usher in the fall
I break out flannel and wool socks
I sweat as the day wears on
Suffering for my cause
Without this sacrifice would the leaves even change ?
Would there be frost?

There is no hope for me to know
For ever since I could dress myself this has been so
And I am not willing to sacrifice my sacrifice on the altar of science