A Poem- for October 

An undone majuscule
from extant experience
while spectral shadow
inlay of today contends 

lowercase falling sun,
minor southwest index
spryly melodic, usher
for threshold moods 

curling on suggested
angles of light, scandent
red vines, serrate turns
midway to plenilune ash, 

memory that no longer
knows to remember,
breezeful passing only
of its own complexion.