upper
level low pressure system moving through Troy NY
the
sky threw
me
this storm
quickening
in
the late leaning Sun
of
a fast
and
disappearing
afternoon
and
I wrapped it
into
some old socks
and
tucked it away
with
all that is
to
be forgotten
on
the last day
of
September
swirl
thunder graupel
are
hail stones saying
we
are Winter’s emissaries
and
we have come
to
taste what green
is
left in the trees
roiling
billows
column-braid
the
air together
lashing
it
to
remember
the
smells
Spring
left behind
against
the steep side
of
this grand river valley
this
old soul collector
this
shale and clay repository
of
all the things we say
when
we still transporting
a
smile by water
to
rail
to
horse
to
home
gargoyle
dark cake-
layers
of clouds
are
what makes
the
catch net
of
Summer’s last Sun
so
loud
the
perfect backdrop
for
reflecting all
that
we leave behind
when
October comes
Persephone
closes
the gate
Demeter
in
a release-
clutch-frenzy
assures
Her footing
and
scatters seeds
in
front
and
underneath
the
frost
water, remembers
in
glass jars
mirrors
and windows
finds things
to
carry
safely
to
the
other side
of
open again
EJR
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As i said earlier, Edward, no one can convey the bite and beauty of change the way you can x
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