Still and dark
I sit satisfied
basking in the glow
of a life (that I)
plucked from destiny.
A life of decision,
leaving confused and undecided,
I came groping forward – on instinct
until I found a life,
gained through blind insistence
on self truth.
I remember your red sweater.
and the cold.
Looking for patches
for the present and
for the future,
Leather to upholster the holes in our lives
applied to the bends,
joints and joinings.
Looking for a place
of being.
A place of unity
and understanding.
Of belonging.
Gladdening skies greet the Autumnal Equinox.
Earth’s journey dims as mine begins.
Yellow. Gold. Pink. Purple.
Roadside flowers.
Ruderal species have advantage.
Opportunists, they
thrive in disturbed margins.
I chant their names in concert
with their fall reappearance.
Yellow. Gold. Pink. Purple.
Goldenrod tall on the shoulders
Sentinel flag. A waving banner.
Dips in the car’s slipstream.
Purple Gerardia / hairy false foxgloves,
in balloon-bud, vow clouds of fuchsia.
Here a riot of pink Morning Glories
open-throated, sing in cool crispness. Climbing over
fences. Rosy pink gleaminess.
While whiter cousins, Man-root glories
trumpet with violet gullets.
Joined by the mauve Asters.
Constellations of petals.
Button composite centers.
Perfect bunches.
Pink knotweed spikes.
Minuscule buds like clustered
Pearls. I know you too.
Yellow. Gold. Pink. Purple.
In flooded ditches shrubs–
Marsh Mallows. Hibiscus moscheutos.
Wild cotton they call you. Your cultivated cousins
stand in rows. You, though, are unruliness.
Shrubby excess. A gleam of white
at the edge of dark woods. Your throat
deep purple unseen at sixty miles an hour.
Yellow. Gold. Pink. Purple.
Dotted Horsemint. Whorls its stem.
Fills ditches in gleeful resurgence.
Yellow. Gold. Pink. Purple.
Upland, purple blue morning glories
anthem of delight. Intensity.
And a final chorus.
My floral recital.
Every verse spoken.
Ritual. Seasonal reappearance.
My fall litany. Anthem really.
Poetry, Scribblings & Thoughts 
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