Composted Compositions

a heady scent, breeze born
rises from
the lay of fallen leaves
crushed beneath the foot of man
decompose

within the crisscrossed limb, scratch
a path on boulders entombed
edge-worn
light borne

golden on their bier
maple, oak & ash lodge
this afternoon

blind-eyed, high noon, casts
licorice shadows
twisted traceries
branches bow like
batons
orchestrating the day

amongst

wrist thick stands of swamp beech
caulk passages in gullies un-trod

awe breathes breasts rest then rise
as wet-footed I on hummocks walk
my tread scores the parchment
of Autumn’s
composition.