Corn Hut Talk

WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in the handshake of the pumpkins. There's a wish for every hazel nut? There's a hope for every corn shock? There's a kiss for every clumsy climbing shadow? Clover and the bumblebees once, high winds and November rain now. Buy shoes for rough weather in November. Buy shirts to sleep outdoors when May comes. Buy me something useless to remember you by. Send me a sumach leaf from an Illinois hill. In the faces marching in the firelog flickers, In the fire music of wood singing to winter, Make my face march through the purple and ashes. Make me one of the fire singers to winter.