POETRY

Wind, fur, sweaters, beards
gathering and carrying
seeds of many sorts

Burning all
This life, they wrote, is flames.
They saw everywhere the fire, emissary
Of-all-men born, firmly fixed inconstant
That which extracts sunlight from cucumbers

Tuberous, climbing, leaflets multiplying, 3 - 5 - 7 - 9
Unmistakably a bean climbs
Pink dusk flowers, whorled on a squat raceme

A sweet cool breeze brushed across my skin today as an
usherance,
welcome,
teaser to Autumn