fall poem

Fall Plantings

The morning just right

for planting fall

mums, small pink translucent

Blooming, just before the rains

darken the sky, lighter

after the hail storm

of acorns drumming against the roof

the rhythm of hunt and gather and nest

The earth shifts away

from summer's yawning oven

and into cool nights and pleasant

days when breaths are not just

another source of damp heat

But whispers, down deep in

rich soil, where fragrant

earthy secrets dormant

from another, distant time,

begin to grow.