Fall at the River

River rushing through the calendar

pages turning water flipping

over the new leaves of fall.

Rocks high, water low

gentle breeze barely cooling.

Sun tearing up my eyes as

I see the eagle gently soaring

so high above.

Patina copper roofs far off

the skyline encircles.

Rusted brown/red clay balding patches cut into

hillsides where above graves lay.

Dark thread of crossed lines baked all summer long.

Summer lay open toward bared autumn skies.

I sit and watch my shadow change.

Cool water below, chilling black rocks above.

Carried and tumbled from the bridge beyond.