Still October
It’s still October and finally cold
the wet cold that pours itself into your bones. The cold that chases under blankets, into
sweaters and next to fireplaces. In this
grey rain the leaves outside seem all the more brilliant for the flat, dull
background.
Everywhere we are covered by a deep rich, rotting
blanket. The earth has opened herself to
harvest and slowly wraps around the decaying remains. Corn husk flags stubbornly resist the wind
for weeks. Brilliant orange stars
holding that color long after landing.
And all eventually accepting
the rhythm
the breathing
of earth.
Brilliant sunlight days, crisp and cold.
The breathing
hot, stretching, shifting, slowly returning the colors to
earth
where they will sleep.
In the sleeping winter
strong trees
standing in winter
dream of color
-Kevin Slick
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