October Fire

Once, a child alone when October came
I hear his footsteps just in the next room
and when I rush to see him there
he wasn’t there. He was everywhere.

Much later I cross a river, climb the embankment
of trees, upwards to the plains, dry and dusty
their breath, until I choke, my breath raw
diseased, my bones on fire, the pain rasping
pits of agony, feet twisted into unnatural screws.
He stands clothed like a burning bush in wilderness
autumn’s cloak across the mountaintop
a fire unnatural, burning yet not burning
for blind eyes to see, deaf ears to hear, “I AM.”

Now as another October comes
I feel him near, the warmth of his presence
a river running through the weatherized
windows and doors, invisibly clear.

I know this darkness before light
I know this voice before sound
I know this death in life
where bush burns but is not consumed.

I wait.

Mish's Open Link Night #275
Click on Mr. Linky for more poems and join in.

Fall Fest

Sweet the leaves that fall in golden autumn’s light

As sun-soaked taste of chill winds blow through glowing hills of red.

The fragrant earth receives her gain from laden trees o’erhead

As breezes flow from branch to branch and round each swirling bough.

And everywhere the gaze alights an artist’s touch describes

A canopy of praise to Him who makes earth’s laughter bright.

 gutmangardens_zps1e748e24.jpg~original

 

 

 

 

 

Bernhard Gutmann, “Gardens, Silvermine” (c. 1910)