Autumn Nature Rhapsody


I know how the red and yellow leaves 
hold up the gray ninety degree angles 
affixed to the sky. With pants 

hanging out of windows 
in the high rise. Dear leaves, 
You must pull winter 

into the machined world we 
only thought the Internet could dream. 
While stars return light to that other space 

cloud drifts are calling, reach up 
toward heaven and fall gently down.  
Color my prayer to this earthly ground.