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.