A Humbling Season
In sunflower-frown
and berry-fall,
listing cornstalks
yield
to the gravity
of the season,
lettuce steeples
and goes
to seed
and bruised
beach plums,
shriveled purple,
sugar the sand,
In this time
of rendering,
pigments are
purged
from leaves
and stems,
the family
woodlot
goes thin,
and
you and I,
like these
aging pines
having
pruned
one another,
grow
closer.
Now we begin
to pale
again,
preparing
for the ego-
less face
of winter.
