Poem 78: Autumn Scarecrows

come Autumn scarecrows
and chance on me
dance on me
ere the winters blood
is spread on me
and the hireling days
of dark and grave
are sleeting
all their rains on me
chains on me
this loud mornings gale
breaks on me
and the softly broken
feet of summer
are limping the seasons
round on me
bound on me
the brushed suns trimmings
fall on me
and the holy grace
of evening gold
shall spread its life
to lay on me
pray on me
for the springtime saving
comes presently
so damn your scarecrows
to prance on me.