(After Georgia O’Keeffe’s ‘Yellow Hickory Leaves with Daisy’, shown above)

Late autumn born Into a universe of falling, Beginning with stars Falling away from each Other with their cargoes, And ending with this

Clutch of fall leaves. Which one of this are you, And which one am I? Half bitten away by time, We hold the color of amber Celebrants of what was once

Green, and will be so again. The earth in response to My questions (What is spirit Made of? What is the end Of all things?), answers with Simple beauty: a daisy with sun Flowering at its navel, you With distant eyes of smoky jade.

(for T)

And what did T say to that? Ah! You don't need to tell me. :-)