I Should Know This By Now

 Autumn slips into bleachers
unseen until the wind of her applause
The way birds shift & huddle their

plans toward soft warm breezes
I have grown sectional and place
old worlds in plastic wrappings, uncertain
and bland by all appearances

Leaves nod off and stray from branches
The ocean cools to a storm
Everything changes in a steady repetition 
as I make concessions
and watch the leaves take cold warnings 
with a tightened throat,

I have some misgivings on the multitude
of days that Winter drags and holds
to a frozen climate
some dread of February, bare and faceless,
but I should know this by now,
how the leaves color into a beautiful
apology, reluctantly dying down

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

And so that time is here again. Wise and beautifully worded.

[W.k.kortas]

Reluctance and beauty, the carrying on against the eventual without grimness or bitterness. Hell of a poem.

[Robin]

there is a simple formula to life - now is the beginning

love your poetry

[Emily B]

you seem to be a keeper of time, the measure of a day, a week, a year, is counted in your lines so very often

[Ed Hart]

there is a time for everything, again and again and again...

[Phibby Venable]

yes, always, thank u Ed!