it is cold outside yepyepyepyepyep and all the
leaves are yepyepyepyep falling and i c-yep-an smell
snow and ozone and
granny yepyep smiths and
mister jones' leaves burning.
absolute yepyepyep death is near.

Yep

(sub-titled: The Uley Collaboration)

bb first, then danimik, then repeat the cycle.

++++++++++++++++++++++

As i move
across an autumn mist laden lawn
approaching the home of my lost brother
the words from a child's song
repeat and repeat

"Never wake a plover
under outside over

if those inside get out too soon
the blood will drip from autumn moon."

But, what child?
What song is this?
I can't recall a source.

Is he here?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Waiting,
beneath an overhanging branch,
flood of trees around me.

Seeing the house,
white in pristine moonlight,
hint of the ruby's song.

Swathe of grass,
inviting and playful,
bridge between there and here.

I will be patient.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

"under outside o ver
i might wake the plo ver"

mists swirl
something waiting there
groanish noises fill my ear
my brother's brother
who is not my brother
but, from another time
calls me?
why?

"the blood will drip from autumn moon
while they sing the ruby's song
over outside under"

++++++++++++++++

The weight of the ancestors
pressing on my spine,
crushing vertebrae.

My feet are twisted
in the roots of sleeping willow,
rusted by the years of patience

and a whisper moans on the wind
"The time is not now,
but soon..."

A drop of dew
from blessed asphodel
will keep my eyes bright.

Let river, wind and trees
All hum soft lullabies,
I will be wakeful.

Rasp of corncrake in a distant meadow,
in and out of season,
muddies the stream of the ages.

Is the time now?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

flash Flash F l a s h F L A S H F L A S H F L A S H !
Lightbreak rhythms brightbreak out
as corncrakeRaspingLullibies conjoin to sing! sing! sinG!
they're coming through!
the waitin's done!
all Hallow'ed they knows
Samhain!
Sah-ween
Samhain!
(and as the corncrakes gather
in the other's nownear land
so be the whip-or-wills
in chorus
as the brothers
lashed through time
return.)

"if those inside get out too soon
the blood will drip from autumn moon."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Now!

underoveroutside
plover wakes as the moon drips,
rubywinetime
outsideinsideout,
to corncrake call.

wave of ancients,
light stream, light beam,
forward march! Frog march,
April dance, may fly,
honey June...

a flick of the years...

Now!

hot July, august August
and slow September.
light year, bright year
flight year, might year.

A flick of the switch to
Now!

October revel,
November Devil...

++++++++++++++++++++++

October Devil
be
be gone!
Let the Hallow'ed begin.

Fires ignite
burning bright
dancingwhirlingshreiking more

"under outside o ver
sparrows chase the plo ver"

"psychopomps beware'ed
blood from past is share'ed"

BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brother!!!!!!!!!
brother???

++++++++++++++++++++

dervish dance
swirlish skirt
shrieking pipes

more lines abreast
lines astern
across the lawn
phantoms turn

round about
and up and down
in moonlight red
to burn the town

and I
I watch no more,
I
I join the dance

Kilt high, pipes loud
uprooted,
I, screaming, "Now!"

+++++++++++++++++

brulebilly and Danimik

Marcy

In the evening of another year
I walk with the closing shadows
of each burnt day.
While the sun retreats to his bed
exhausted by the demands of
a brighter, warmer season -
I see his earlier demise
and begin to dream of
chilled air tinged with the breath of winter.

At the dawning of these hibernating months,
there can still be rejoicing -
since mother nature calls to her
all those things that must pass
as is the way of things -
yet she allows us to see the
arrival of Autumn -
with it's grand show of colour -
like the coppery tone of leaves faling to the
ground - making a carpet for
the earth,
and the snow, white and crisp - decorating
our world - softly kissing the earth with feathery flakes.

In the evening of another year -
there is still beauty!

Bernadette

Sometimes I want to wither away just to live again
I'd like to fall to earth and be reborn
To take a bullet full force and live
Drown and breath
Die and live

Sometimes everything about me feels old
I'd like to loose myself and forget
To find myself again and laugh
Old to new
Die to live

Like the autum, I'd like to fall
Like the leaves, I'd like to wither
Cause I have lost my fresh view and I want it back
I've lost many chances and I don't want to loose anymore
Living the old way makes things seem the same
Let's repeat it again and die to live

Soul UK

As the dog days of summer winds to a close
Nature performs a changing of her clothes
Subtle at first but soon you’ll see
Myriads of mixed colors in her tapestry
From the heights of the mountains to the depths of canyons
She weaves and spins with wild abandon
Blood-red colors, Vermillion and crimson
Yellows ,oranges, shades of brown and then some
Of all the varitities of woodland trees
There is one that stands as King of all these
Regal and sacred, it spreads it’s canopy
The mighty oak in it’s splendor of majesty
The acorn mast crop feeds many as well
Of the winged and four legged who therein dwell
As from a fairy tale this woodland realm
To learn of it’s diversity can overwhealm
Those who travel it’s paths and trails
Can speak of it’s magic in many tales
One must experience but cannot explain
The forests transformation in the thunder and rain
As raccoons scurry into a hollow log
From a woodland pond, the drumming bullfrog
The gurgling creek the rippling of water
The playful splashing of the otter
One cannot ignore the rauchious caws of crows
In aerial combat with other winged foes
To hear the singing calls of geese flying in V formation
Winging southward to unknown destinations
The deep grunt of the buck deer enthralled in romance
Seeking female does receptive to his advances
The mourning dove, whipporwill, and bobwhite quail
Their voices join to sing of Natures tale
There are but a few of what you’ll see and hear
When seeking Autumns beauty and Natures serenity

Mysticwolf