Fall Equinox, September 22

Though I am aroused,
and fog descends, drab
brother rolling my ravines,
glistening, then wet.

Exposed— pain
yearns for love,
release and the fall
back into myself.

Offspring dig into my flesh.
By day, they forget me,
yet they will return
to my night. I nurture

all my children,
then I eat them.