Take Me Down

Take me down to curled leaf,

autumn falls, it falls along the edge

and leans from the fence with the warped tomato.

Pull out the weeping end of summer;

its fragrance bites, though sweet the taste.

Take me down into this cool morning,

oh, sun, so layered in rising mist,

and touch me sweatered.

Bare shoulders have danced summer brown

into heat of open fire with a sing along

and I can still hear it echo in the ripple;

but I see grace moving in the rake,

a piece of last October stuck in its teeth,

leaning against the turn of time

watching the sky for the first dance

of the Liquid Amber.

Take me down with flannel sheets

and the window open to cool

into warmth of autumn nights with you.