When the leaves change color, the birds fly south -- sound and image, inextricably linked, inextricably complementary, the animal kingdom and the plant kingdom intertwined. At Thanksgiving we are at a crossroads -- a season of changes. Photos and discussion at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Knowledge of change
Fairly crackling
in the dry November
wind hastening south,
like the droves of birds
lighting from the lake
each frost-astounded morning with their
ceremonious series of haranks,
these sifting trees are silent,
only rustling and wrestling
a bit with their inward maneuvers of colorings --
now umber, now vermilion,
now goldenrod.
The same fires, breathing within them
yearns in the wings of those flying legions --
turn. You must be quick about it.
And so, they vary onward,
adept and diversely they are called,
fundamental
as a stone
wearing its mossy side out
against the water's bale.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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