I’ve come

many times

mindlessly

in the fall

when autumn has fallen

into its “n”

and october

breathed its last “errrrr”

into the lush warmth

of my woman’s insides

and it often

arrives

with

a rusty leaf

a golden crispy crackle of yellowing green

that burns well in winterous weather

in my minds stoven pipes

coming into the world

melancholic

as

november