August autumn

August autumn

This middle August autumn
Carries so many autumns past,
So that all lie around me
Gathered as one fullness,
One brimming overflowing
Lush as spring’s new green.
Gathering to a brink
Like starlings flocking in
Hundreds, for the great flight.
More vast in the dying down,
Drawing in,
Towards the
Full surrender that calls
Freedom to lie
Bare and empty

August 2014