Autumn Again

The sun waxes and wanes

and in bright moments

the bugs are limned in frenzy

In these snatches of light

they weave-work

their recurring mystery

 

The wind blows harder today

romping through russet crowns

Damp curling leaves

collect in corners in droves

Droning, the bees are still at it

driven to and from their nest

outside my window

 

Could we but rest and soak in

the gleam-shot wind-tossed

fleeting beauty

but it’s imprinted on our instincts

this hurrying harvest