Autumnal Algorithm

The tide has lost its tone
stretched by an age of repetitions
syncopated with rainstorms and frost
the cornucopia has been lost
to the autumn of abandoned inhibitions
beyond the bloom and grasping of gravid
gestations, fronds unbind their fruit
to fall bursting with swollen seeds
soon to parch or be squirreled away
beneath piles of ruby yellow treefall
beside puddles of sour mushroom dreams
in the dim and slantily falling twilight 
before last year's candle lights the way
unable to build an early igloo to
forget the hundred pyres yet to burn
each name to be written upon the hallowed page
our hastily donned costume is ever out of place 
so we retire to our aromatic cozy cauldrons
and exchange peanut butter for date seeds
sprinkled in sugar and fairy powder to drive away 
the wocky grendeling in the unexplored root cellar
where hoarded tubers are greedily eaten unseen.

In the fading light of our last resolutions 
falling into the tannic swamp offgassing
leaving the will-o-wisps to lure away the
homeless traveler helplessly caught in 
hearthfire magnetism even though all the beds
have been laid and remade with brocade and sashes,
the tobacco pipe waits for thirsty breath
though your midnight wakings provide no lust
only the unhushed gust of tiptoes between shadows
all the windows have been boarded shut 
your eyes grown gray and scaled over with ivy
the inner movie stutters into snapshot moments
consciousness left to the torpor of dreamless sleep
now seldom disturbed by starfire or moonbeam 
until the fall of snowy blanketness breaks 
the narcotic of a world caught in its own fall.