On shortened days, on field’s fallowed sights
an exact nature, takeover
Redeemed, now,
poses alight . . .

Fruition had brimmed, topped over with honey
A wellspring fair, along, riped seeds were adorning
Swelled in abscissions, she thirsted for life
Shhh!, let her be . . . bristling to a listless, inhere, she fell fast asleep . . .

Just dream, my love, under the tabernacle moons
I quiesce in an avid gladness for you!
Meld my melancholy moods, of a Fall’s stubbled plains
trap warmth inside me, O’ sweetness, with swell from your reign!

The green has left you . . .
where tannin browns, embody
Such a bitter waste!
And the yellows, red will tell, anon, Fall faces her death!

In the pith of an esse . . .
Yes, so softly, she died
in an Autumn’s arms, now, and at His hand
here she lies. . . A Winter’s rest, once in a Spring

God willing, my love. . . my Fall
You, will rise again!

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten