Monday, September 14, 2015
The Fires of Autumn
The Fires of Autumn
(To the Memory of My Mother - Millicent Kant (1928-2014)
When autumn came
to the Parkway,
it was as if
the trees decided
to play
with the warmest
colors
they could find
and sent them
to unsettle
everyone who lived there
into dancing
on the most unsettling
air
it could supply.
In my Rosh Hashanah
dreams
you sang,
matching your high notes
to your scarf
as if they became
colors
that already knew
northern autumn.
We were supposed
to be sober
and think.
But when you sang
I could feel nothing
but love that
pretended
to be sad
but lilted
in tones tinged
the deepest of
burning orange.
Day shortened,
but burned
and trembled
all the higher,
like God
vanishing in the
holiest of flames,
if one decided
to believe.
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