• C. Jensen

Autumn poem

We are at that holy point of autumn

when the golden world shatters and

we are left with fragile,

russet death,

a flame’s last flicker.

Pick up the pieces


You have no right to be joyful

in this autumn of the world!

I have nothing but joy,

To face the oncoming winter.

“You’re so vain”

set to a sentimental vignette

of various plants and critters

going about

their interconnected business.

I bet you think this song

is about you.

-October 2019


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