November 20*

frosted leaves

we kick the scatter
of frosted leaves, scrumbling
and hear within the
deep seasonal delight of change.
eyes taste the color
deep of
umber, burnt umber, bronzed umber
elemental earth
the color of soil that gravels our soul
rimed in delicate, ephemeral crystal
and let those parts of us
that need to
fall and die and melt
back unto the cold brown earth and
the rest walk on
kicking the scatter, in delight

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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