Autumn's Crucible - Max Reif

[Larry Robinson]

Autumn's Crucible

In autumn’s cool chamber,
Beauty builds a fire.
Pen-point becomes
flint, and paper tinder
when the leaves are
paler than the thin
afternoon moon 
that’s as transparent 
as a cloud
and the evergreens stand by
watching their deciduous cousins
self-immolate,
each burning 
unique.
Autumn's long farewell
leaves time 
to fare
well.

 
	- Max Reif
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