full

corona full 
linen-stardust lined life 
still 
                      I find you 

in the scent of seasons 
amidst the change of colors

of wind ... and time 
in the luster of these hazy red-leaf'd days 

pools of light 

lie amidst the blue 

tangled in autumn's fire 

are we captor or captive?

isolated upon the hour hand 

i know nothing of how we got here 

except 

here is this 

season of us 

pressed into surrender by hourglass rides & fast cars

again & again we return to wonder 

return to the pools

of a crisp blue morning 

tethered to stars