Like a plaid shirt in a pumpkin field,
autumn juxtaposes spheres and cubes.
You are the small box of thoughts
in a crop circle extending out to the horizon.
October sun, box and harvest moon are three
points connecting a line across your world:
the base of a triangle pointing to zenith.
Walk the line carefully to the earthbound
anchor of a white rainbow, grasp the tangible
corners of this moment. From there
you will see the crisscrossing scars
of reapings past and yes, glimpse the gaudy
crosshatching of glory yet to come.