Fall - A poem

The unintended
bang like the second
one or a few mockingbirds
spotting the stirred
grey first afraid
and then excited
like the prettiness
of following fall
or sweetness of
heavens' eaves like
the nostalgia
in the mist
rising against gravity
to sing Malhar
like amorphous forms
mixing black and white
moving sometimes
or striking at
others to remind
those at a distance
like my heart
or your soul
are reigning in love
out of control.