cool born

I

sparkle brown
and maroon bleed

leaves' pigments
shedding into pond

small needles of fish
darting in and out of hiding places,

unavailable in season preceding
or still, frozen world to follow



II

I adore this time of year
while it is new
near-autumn baby
September, cool born

into the arms of a nurse
or a foster family
or a young mother,
adopting out of a lust to love

this is the fall to me --
arriving abandoned,
leaving love
to love, once again