Autumn Rain

Autumn Rain
After the Fall Equinox

Even the rain lacks power

Of resurrection.

We disguise ourselves.

Death will not know

Who to take and which of us

Is already skeletal. 

Rain washes yellow leaves

Into the gutter, sweeps them

Into piles. Underneath

Each heap lies a lump

Of damp, worm- fertile Earth.

We dance in our skeleton clothes

And Death is not fooled.



Amy Brunvand

About Amy Brunvand

Amy Brunvand is a librarian, part-time nature mystic and monthly contributor to Catalyst Magazine in Salt Lake City, Utah. Her writing has appeared in Bear Deluxe, Inside/Outside Southwest, and other regional magazines.
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