Fall has smoothly glided its self in
And ageing autumn shall soon shed
The various colored leaves of the trees
Leaving their naked arms and barked leg
To endure another winter’s exigent tasking
Until spring’s sprouting resurrection returns;
Meanwhile, as nature balances her circadian
Rhythms, those of social change, earth-quaking
Injustice and volcanic racist bigotry, continue
To rumble; calling for settling attention. But
While many are called, few choose to respond.