acceptance – just turn around

by jota

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-09 20:20:00

Parent message is 280484
Turn around and run away with me. Yes, we’ll go there you and I around the sudden lie that waits beyond the ribboned hills brown and green and rusting red.

Autumn comes in curls to wrap about our legs and kisses toes and feet that meet the running ground. September sun pours down on smoky woods, you can smell the woods and hear the flying v’s of honking geese telling time to rushing red rock creeks. We’ll sing rain and wander climb above the town that rests below the woods in a wooded place that smells like squirrels ambling through the treetops musty full of nutty love and winter’s night creeping up behind us. We’ll sleep on piles of chesnuts drying buried deep by little claws.

Shhhhhh, I can hear the solstice clock of little ants and powder moths.

When the moon comes up we will fly away my one, like snowbirds that never fall but cross the sky and never wonder nor look back but keep on flying on until the dawn brings us soaring down to nest in bedtime trees brown and rustling in the wind.

The years run round in circles telling time in threes and there we go around the ribboned hills brown and whispering trees. I run along a creekbed caked in mud and running happy to be alive on an autumn day and panting after a dog who outruns me leaps about me laughing that silly dog.

You and I, we’ll echo joy in hollowed woods that keep their secrets buried deep beneath the miles of earth where Charon lies.

When winter crystals melt away, we’ll dig out…and see our shadows rise.