A stream of consciousness evaporated into the dizzy heights of my lapis lazuli
As the autumn winds fingered their way through the last golden leaves
It whispered a rustling across my mouth
I tasted glory and knew I was me
This is Now
And
This is Now
Like a dead poet told us
With the bray of her heart
I am here
With the Autumn
Okay
And apart
The lanes were carpeted with golden crunch and mud
Like a sensory delight to lead me to knowing
I sunk and I lingered and rose my eyes to the blue
I swear that I flew right into the showing
That was then
And
This is Now
Like the breath of a poet
Exhaling her being
I’m still here
With the Autumn
And better
For seeing