Nesta's First Autumn
installation designed by Gracie King, Colleen Glavic, Elliott Gilardi, Alazhar Hinai, Tash Nelson
wind blows under wings
that intend to cocoon
and dawn, yet again, during early spring.
The season of pollination has passed.
Golden-color leaves cover recovering August-burnt grass
full autumn trees
share our yearning for yesterday’s ambition.
follow faded fair-weather endings
our envy accents the everlasting energy of evergreen
fluttering iridescent wings transcend leisurely
chill in air, imprints its face on frosted grass
moist autumn leaves stick to thawing blades
remnants of nectar sustain our existence
poised as the season transitions
honeybees hide in sun-dried crinkly leaves
I am suddenly alarmed as
my son’s little feet trample neatly stacked piles
sounds of laughter pour from his soul
he chants: “trees, trees, mommy, trees.”
his flapping arms release fists full of leaves
that wind blows against his face
and stick to his wool jacket.
He pockets all he could not carry to his next destination
longing to understand the bare tree’s absence
for reassurance, our eyes meet,
he dances as the sunshine authenticates this encounter
he runs until the heavy cold air slows his step.
He and the October butterfly slowly entwine
as they vicariously descend
upon the natural cycleof new beginnings.