The Dreams of October

The Dreams of October

In the night Purple asters Curl inside themselves Give death to autumn And I Stand beside the river Let leaves Slide from the sky To shiver against my skin October falls asleep Her mute mouth Pressed against Roots and dust She dreams the dark Beds of elk mothers Among willow and Barren alder She dreams The wind as it pulls At yellowing mistletoe And the red brambles Of my hair Among the nettles She dreams a green birth Under a blessed snow The rocks are red Wet with icy rain Slick as a beating heart Laid bare In the hunt The hollow click Of empty chambers Troubles the sleep Of a she-bear Blanketed in red leaves Roots and a slow rain Gunshots echo From ridges Rife with tired men The elk mother Leaps on unshaking legs She clears barbed wire Leaves clumsy hunters...