beginning fall

The nonsense channeled of budding

Green sweatered helpless overflowing

Is the beginning of fall. This is the fall beginning

Beginning fall beginning hello beginning fall

We are in the leaves now veins growing bruised

Buds cold sweating nonsense on the channels of bark

Haplessly growing where the rain falls and when the rain falls we will

Begin again begin again here, no matter what, and on this stone

We make our home green home coming home butting up the sea

As the stubborn child falling butts his head against the stomach

The stomach of fall is upon us, we are breathing together

Veins close enough to exchange information

At each others beginnings we find ourselves on top

Mouths of the river closing over rocks homes of slime and green

Budding old-ness, where all the water has gone

And the world falls over its edge growing in channels

And senses begetting senses begetting senses begetting

The beaded rub-ness of dead leaves leaving smoke begetting

The channels of trees orchards and sweatered young bodies discovering forms

Of culture and traditions to be repeated from their beginnings in fall but

Light voices light in through the windows we have not shuttered yet for fall is beginning but just beginning

Not to be feared like the colder nights budding together in clumps of dew in grasses grown in summer but better this falling this falling this falling out of a stubborn summer that summer-ness stumbling glazed brittle fumbled hands over the wood they grasp picking up in the woods banner holders standers as we stand in the woods in the falling light, eaves leaving evening patterns on the skin we are falling into and out of and onto the duff of dead summers dead we have died so many times before this fall and look at all the leaves on the ground the softness, their smell, their senses, their touching, they’re touching, the touching of fall bristling with all of us

And pride in its knowledge of its growing, the wonder growing in us I hope at this this fall stirring with the great winds of the first rains and cold holding us in, the inside blowing up with sounds of song as we are praising raising our hands and glasses to break out the windows show the air we are wanting it we are wanting it aren’t we, we breathe it in and start and start at the beginning of this fall putting on sweaters and waking up and opening our eyes and seeing and seeing lord oh god

We are seeing beginning beginning fall beginning of this this, whatever this is, the full on sheen of it, the light, the taste, a whole world budding opening showing green nonsense to our flesh, the greenness of our flesh, its nonsense and us channeliing it all into what itself into the way outside the street the city the trees and beyond just the fall wherever the sense stops and a great precipitous drop of which we all have only known and are feeling now even in the ground we feel it we feel it we feel it