Oktober

Cardinal at the window feeder
Two days of steady rain
Moving the plants that can't
Handle the frost indoors

Seeing you in a half dream
Wearing a made up face
With music behind you
From the island of Crete

You are always bearing living gifts
That the people turn down
They would rather drape themselves
In the corpse flesh of culture

You with your star eyes focused
Can achieve the inconceivable
Like lifting hot heavy stones
With the wind of your breath

You are a living verb while
They are noun-things in a herd
You are slow to come and
Slow to go while they hurry hurry

This evening cold and damp
Daring you to come out
Rain keeps quitting then starting
Again while cardinal feeds un-phased.