Here’s the thing about autumn.
You forget, no matter how vivid
your memory, the way that it dazzles,
the way it makes you believe
that you’ve seen nothing like this
before, nothing this stunning,
nothing that stops you
in your tracks holding your breath
to get your bearings. How
can this be, this outpouring
of gold? This sudden shining?
It’s as if the robes of the Yes
Itself were unfurling right there
before you.