I am tangled in torn stems,
\nshredded leaves.
\nWhere is the picture October painted?
\nLight watering the shadows?
\nThe harvest oranges,
\ninterludes,
\nfortes,
\npianissimos,
\ntexture,
\nribbons,
\nnotes falling off clefts of music.
\nThe garden jerks in the spasm
\nof destruction.
\nI am a mourner loving the lost.<\/p>\n
Why did the storm ignore its victims?
\nPelt the gentleness of flowers with ice?
\nTear the eyes off a beautiful face?
\nLeave branches barren and trembling?
\nHoney asks, was I not sweet enough?
\nThe leaves,
\nwere our colors not bright?
\nThe cicadas,
\nour singing not pleasing?
\nAnd I have no answer,
\nbut closing a door inside me
\nsaying to the garden
\nWhat a wonderful day you had!
\nWhat a glorious sunrise!
\nNow sleep in your autumn dream
\nuntil tomorrow,
\nand spring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am tangled in torn stems, shredded leaves. Where is the picture October painted? Light watering the shadows? The harvest oranges, interludes, fortes, pianissimos, texture,…<\/p>\n