By Waveaction (Lakelover) on Saturday, October 24, 2015 - 03:25 pm:
 Speaking of autumn, thought of this; 
 
 
My Autumn Leaves 
 
 
By  Bruce Weigl    
 
 
I watch the woods for deer as if I’m armed.  
 
I watch the woods for deer who never come.    
 
I know the hes and shes in autumn  
 
rendezvous in orchards stained with fallen    
 
apples’ scent. I drive my car this way to work    
 
so I may let the crows in corn believe  
 
it’s me their caws are meant to warn,  
 
and snakes who turn in warm and secret caves  
 
 
they know me too. They know the boy  
 
who lives inside me still won’t go away.  
 
The deer are ghosts who slip between the light    
 
through trees, so you may only hear the snap    
 
of branches in the thicket beyond hope.    
 
I watch the woods for deer, as if I’m armed.