I Have Traced a Jagged Autumn

I have traced the paths of jagged autumn, Found in the lightninged veins of maple leaves Heaven’s design to become the bottom,

To shed life, giving it up for rotten Forest floors, a colored collapse that weaves Sky and ground in strands of jagged autumn.

We collect the fragile, windblown emblems, Place them into books, trying to believe We can rescue heaven from the bottom.

Crying to our God, “the sky has fallen,” We see the twisted nakedness of trees Their bare-branched prayers through jagged-autumn,

Reminding us of what we have forgotten— The contours of the land that no one sees Except when heaven has touched the bottom.

We confuse death with depth of red on plum, But the vibrant grasp at life finds reprieve Birthed again beneath the jagged autumn Through heaven’s design to embrace the bottom.