Autumn's Arrival

Come autumn
Every last crow

Seems to know

At least one of

The four Noble Truths

Each caw being a call

Of attachment  

To the pungent scent
Of the past prime earth

And crickets too

In their threnody

Evidence plenty of will

To hold September's
Fading warmth

For all that it’s worth

But a mind settled

Well on the mat
Heeds neither
Chirp nor caw as it

Welcomes autumn's arrival
Serenely consigned  

To the harvest of bounties
That accompanies
 Summer’s demise