Poems: An Autumn Song

An Autumn Song

Fresh splash of air in lungs
eyes pried open by yellow light
joints creak these sleep chains loose
legs now broken free to roam long
as nearby boisterous bird calls loud
assaults closed ears til they listen
at last welcome it joyously within

these songs not often heard
of birds as they pass here
following sun to southern respite
twitter flitter and flutter heading
past my home on to their own

I'm out a door and down a path where
leaves left trees seeking my feet which
stir them in passing so they curl while
tearing at my hat are hands of chill wind
ripped and chased from vast northwest woods
and calling card ranks of purple clouds wildly
split pinkish dawn in long golden segments

Carney

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