Autumn Born

Autumn born and autumn led
Autumn named, maybe autumn wed
For who knows what the wind will blow around your knees
Or what will fall
From the bigger trees.

I feel it stirring, I feel it rise
The rumbling of the thunder, the bruising of the skies
And here we go
again.

Lightning shows up the hairline cracks
In the heavens high beyond the chimney stacks
And gods might fall
To your feet.

All’s in ravage, all is wild
But in the midst of this tempest stand you my child
Your chin is up
Your arms are out and your mouth a cup

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poem by Grahame Lockey
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