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.