Incantations of summer bear
witness to winter using autumn as her
bridge, so

I forego the loss of light each day
only to bring prominence to providence

opine quietly on the conifers in their
confessions of synesthesia and lay to
rest on cue imminent as an autumnal equinox –

any misgivings I may have had are now
dissolved into the long road ahead
measureless in its primacy yet undiminished
having made ready my own confessions

of all my love for you