Fall Is Calling

Fall is calling
Is calling
Fall is calling
Is being heard in the sunlit microscopic moments
a kiss of coolness, a far off thing coming close, echoing of infinity
almost as if a big bang were happening just a dimension away.
A moment, explosively freeze framed and descending over the land, like Peter’s sheet from heaven, revealing an expanding reality,
descending also in anticipation of the leaves which are changing color
and which will change the landscape.
The leaves are falling
falling, calling.
Calling is fall
Falling to be born again.
Calling to be heard.