From the Sudden Sun

Life bioengineers its seamless rounds
With green leaves scarleting in fierce blue skies,
Falling from sudden sun or winds that rise
With violin-sad sighing, dying, sounds.

Toddlers in pointlessly expensive clothes
With pregnant women breadily approach
Some non-migrating geese, which with reproach
Lift in unfrantic flight to lake’s repose.

Despite such fertile life, the living leaves
Blaze with the imminence of winter’s touch
And dead leaves blow beyond the groundsman’s clutch

In a wind chilled for one who disbelieves
That life entails the sudden cutting short
Of your expression flowering in mid-