The only months that matter
occur between late August and November.
They are the changing times
when the walls get thin
and the spirits visit
to greet us in shadowy glow.
Ghostly faces peering at us round the fire.
The voices of the past seem to stay
just a little while, as the rain
and the fog descend on us.
All the trees are guided by the wind;
leaves fall from branches
blowing roughly off the trees.
The wind begins to kiss our cheeks
in the morning,
but not so harsh yet as winter.
The sky is changing in the distance
as light leaves us and darkness falls
pinning us down in contemplation.
We are the Autumn people
when crunching branches and foliage
provide catharsis. And when the days
begin to drag us into the frozen embrace
of winter.
