Come Autumn

Come autumn. Come with
your ends of summer knotted,
your rusted trees,
your fuss of leaves.

Come, if you must
make subtle breeze
a wind of disarray.
Only let your reds

and golds remain infinite
if romance be love
and love forever.
Smooth the river rocks

with never ending,
allow the mums
to russet daily, days
to crisp and blue,

until the land is
crop-lush unending.
Come then if you are