Yield Point - Hooke's Law
Autumn draws the architect
when softly fallen leaves collect
'round oaks and maples, limbs revealed...
what Nature's Force has time congealed?
Beneath the sky-bound wooden nets
en-tangled space his silhouette
rustles on a path that climbs...
he seeks the whole thru parts in rhyme
while brushing past a waiting form,
latent seed no simple thorn,
his coat provides the texture match
that lets a hiker quick attach
exchanging fare for patterns borne
in the way of woods less worn
a truth is given to express
a point that comes unlike the rest
For in the sunlight clear he stands
free from thought a sound demands
the silence broken fibers sheared
...the limit's known that can't repair
A branch has failed by his hands
a test he absently began
and all around he hears the rush
of wiser winds that but bend the brush
so gently setting down all three
the two that were one and one yet to be
his image fills the woodland set...
as Autumn Draws the Architect
Jrm - fall 1986