Let Us Autumn

Let us autumn -
shapely ripples, you and I -
let us pour upon our dreams
a callous tenderness -
life to our feet,
this deadness of leaves -
let us unearth sounds
that could mean poetry?

A wildfire, aren't we
a million untouched logs of gold -
wither, let us woe -
slip like streams, tow
our defined running into
life!

Autumn, let us,
into the nude mirrors,
hurt the starkness
with our seething blurs
of gold.