again. $3 bags of kanzi and jonathons
are sweating on the change, pumpkins curl round
roadside tables and here a whole parkfull
of settler elms and japanese maples
ablaze on the verge of irrevocable
no matter how still you sit
still they rush you
enunciating the same damn kigo
and being already en-autumned
insist you wise up: tomorrow is compost.
down this lugubrious channel
milky with meltwater a hundred open hands
are already blocking drains and grates
with metaphors overflowing the sodden ground
Image: A Sudden Gust of Wind (after Hokusai) 1993 Jeff Wall. Purchased with assistance from the Patrons of New Art through the Tate Gallery Foundation and from the Art Fund 1995. A seasonal piece inspired by a recent visit to Tumbarumba NSW.
And for your enjoyment here’s Chet Baker, Paul Desmond and ensemble from 1976 with the eponymous Autumn Leaves.
Peter Frankis writes 
Metaphors are hunting me.
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Beautifully done, Peter, magically original, despite autumn falling everywhere in songs and verses, over and over, like we don’t know what is waiting for us. My preference is the “ablaze,” the flash of colour before the compost. I have an idea why that is. 😸
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