Fall

Somber hue diffused on everything.
Each creature, each emptied corn stalk,
Is richly bundled in mellow light.
In that open unharvested field of my own life,
I have fathered small joys and memories.
My heart was once a lovers swing that creaked in the wind
Of these calm fall days.
Autumn chants my visions to sleep,
And travels me back into a night
When i could touch the stars and believe in myself...

Along the way, grief broke me,
my faith became hardened dirt
walked over by too many people.
My heart now, as I walk down this dirt road,
on this calm fall day,
is a dented,
tin bucket
filled with fruits
picked long ago.
It's gettin harder
to lug the heavy bucket.
I spill a memory on the ground,
it gleams,
rain on hot embers
of yellow grass.

Growing up is hard.