The sun hums
a sphere song
rising south
along the horizon.
The winds cool,
greens lessen
& brittle,
leave the leaves
festooning
falling kites
attached
to unseen strings.
Persephone
eating pomegranates
on a hay ride
begins the harvest.
Holes are dug
to store food
to bury the dead,
both to seed
& sprout again.
Prayers
& pranks
like prattling parrots
flap in the aviaries
of human skulls.
