art for art’s sake

Autumn brilliant sun
on all the trees
The season that forces me
to
be
inside the moment—
flash and fire of
Spectacular.
I notice. Even if
I am tired or cranky or
Busybusybusy

Autumn tosses
whole hillsides
of color deepening every hour
And says, Look
Or don’t.
No matter to the hills.
They will blaze and fade fast
in the coming rain
wind that is forecast any day now
to crash this season
into gray and white
It’s up to me to look
and look and look
while I can