10 Nov 2015 – Song

Fall’s another irksome clown
driving in from out of town,
knocking holdouts to the ground,
their coats of colors tattered.

Night in haste to hide his deeds.
Screeds of cold come, shake the eaves.
A mother for her daughter grieves –
you say old tales don’t matter?

Earth recalls, do you know how?
You’ve forgotten here and now,
bound to past and future, bows,
althought the parts lie scattered.

Tunes in every tongue – and none –
to every passing season sung.
Stars become tomorrows dung –
at last our seed case shattered.