The world is either
Ending or not so simple
As all that on an October day
Perfect in all respects
The asters collectively
Glowing in the afternoon light
The crickets laying claim
To possession
Of whatever remains
Of the earth when
We’re good and well
Done with it Amen
Fall is far more prescient
Than any other season
Of our species being
In thr age we presently live
The cumulative weight
of worlds not so different
From our own
Death too has its own beginning
Middle and end
