The Spike Golden Jubilee Number May 1949
III — Autumn
Season of mists
And the bitter crop of summer
Shedding its leaves to light up fires.
Branches spring bare
Black; skies deaden
To flatness or deepen to hollow swirls.
Rivers of silver
Run leaden; fog
Shields the signal of the balding hills.
The earth fuddles;
But men awake to warmth:
The leaves of hunger light up fires.
K. J. HollymanParis, 1948