BY ED NORTHEN
Earth spins on its axis
a small speck in the vastness
of an unfathomable universe
deep into autumn
my morning begins
walking in darkness
the stars still hanging bright
human structures do not change
with the natural world
taking no notice
or ignoring natural rhythms
the geese know
I watch them flying south
in V formation
raucously honking into the cold air
deciduous trees are celebrating
clothing themselves with splendor
before they are stripped bare
by a north wind
proclaiming
in its prophetic voice
the coming winter