Fontegaia trickles in...

21

 
Inching onset of autumn.  Occasional
drifting-down of dogwood leaf.  A surf
of mock-orange, over the fading fence -
fragrant galaxy, vagrant, precessional.

 
A reader of teasing leaves predicts a fall
(perusing a book, pausing in backward
yard)... somewhere homeward
(angled in wayward words).  Furled

 
are the ferns in the brazen furnace
Danny burnt with his Boy Scout wood-
engraving kit, his rod of iron.  You bent
the future (reader dear) with tenderness.