Autumn Poetry

This here is the first full week of September,
children have returned to day prison
young adults have gone back to graduate day prison,
& vacation points are closing for the season.

All that's left is what we remember,
the Autumn cold that's arisen,
geese heading south honking, listen,
& we prepare for weather that's freezin'.

Labor had it's Bread & Roses celebration,
Caribbean's had it's season of the hurricane,
rain & winds spinning off to the north,
& New England's festivals are over & done.

Time for Commemoration
of those innocents slain
to sally reverently forth
& reveal wrongs to the Sun.