Fall Comes to Healdsburg - Lee Perron

[Larry Robinson]

Fall Comes to Healdsburg
 
 
Fall arrives, time’s most favored season—
at last the heart, the mind loosens its fist 
so that I no longer need to know who I am
 
I return to the hills and the great presences—
light, heat, clouds, the bull pines—
to recover for myself the purity of the falling world
to enfold it like a pearl in the mind’s silence
 
I read the calligraphy of the oaks against
the fading skies, the grass bending in the meadow,
the last robins— I am a circle reaching
the first place for the first time—
 
in youth among fall leaves I refused
to acknowledge the ancient writing—
that the basket of summer empties, that
the hours of men are as wind-driven clouds—
and yet I stood among fall leaves overjoyed
with the beauty of loss
 
now I stand on autumn’s wooded knoll
that my life too may vanish
that night may fall into the earth’s arms
 
time is calling her trout
from their playgrounds in the sea
to river mouth, and redemption, and fury—
for it is by means of the long delay
that we come to the righteousness of passion.

	- Lee Perron
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