Autumn Movement

a flippant leaf

of autumn

slips beneath

the lying surface

of a shivering pond

its image suspends there

(geese fly

the pale sky

rolls a cold gray

the drums of autumn

descend below the horizon

if there is a single will

or omniscient thought

once meant to govern creation

it is no longer of this world)

for a moment

as to inquire who

who is here to view

and then before

the solid rule

of winter’s solitude

departs by angle

and dimension

beyond the ken

on the quest eternal

to another universe

and is gone