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
joyfully.
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