Windfall
A line jumped out
About the slow striptease of hawthorn
In the last days of September
And I thought oh yes
That's the only show I know
.
Well, also
The letting down of the apple leaves
The gentle curl and yellowing
Their soft soft fall
.
Here we say autumn
The mn so needed
And only improved by the umnal
Of autumnal
.
The word does not belong to me
I lost my language long ago, I think .
It had more growls and chirrups
It remained open mouthed to the undressing
Scent of earthed apple bodies
Fermenting on the sultry breeze
.
.