Autumn in a Garden

“An evolution of color fills
The spaces made green
Under original creation.
Red sun veiled silver.

In a moment, we will
be closer, in a moment the question is answered
by a death. It floats down, brushing my hand swirling
a slight fog.

You lost your father
in a dream just yesterday,
Saw him crawl with his face
In the dirt and the night
suck him up and away.”

———- Ken Sonnenberg

Harvest Moon