Once again, autumn has come around with
its precision of sun, rain, wind, shuffling
colors: buttery yellow, mallow, shell-shocked
red in the woods that rarely suppresses itself.
We walk a straight line, following a jittery
light on the ground that’s covered in haircap
moss, to the banks of Howden pond where
we stand with our hands in our pockets
& take in what we cannot touch: clusters
of asters, dizzy with bees’ final work—
dangerous clouds held captive in the pond’s
green eye— aspen leaves shuddering in
a sudden gust of air.
Once again, we’re made thoughtful.
We see that we’re about to lose everything
to this season that gives and gives, and takes
quickly, away. We can’t seem to make it work.
M. J. Iuppa lives on Red Rooster Farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Most recent poems, lyric essays and fictions have appeared in the following journals: Poppy Road Review, Black Poppy Review, Writers Rising Up’s 2015 Digging to the Roots Poetry Anthology Calendar, Ealain, Poetry Pacific, Snow Jewel, 100 Word Story, Avocet, Eunoia Review, Festival Writer, Silver Birch Press’s Where I Live anthology, Turtle Island Quarterly, Wild Quarterly, Boyne Berries (Ireland), The Lake (UK), Punchnel’s, Camroc Press Review, Tar River Poetry, Corvus Review, Clementine Poetry Journal, and Postcard Poems and Prose, among others. She is the Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College. You can follow her musings on art, writing and sustainability on http://mjiuppa.blogspot.com.