I kneel on Beacon Hill slate
Watch Quercus leaves accumulate
Brass horn wakes the iron grate
Key turns slow to resonate
Needle in the cracks it sings
History in metal rings
Sporophyte on violin strings
Autumn wind the sidewalk brings
Polytrichum moss takes hold
In mortar joints histories unfold
Crank the handle brass and gold
Songs of soil break the mold
Needle in the cracks it sings
History in metal rings
Sporophyte on violin strings
Autumn wind the sidewalk brings
Ginkgo fans the cooling air
Gramophone breathes a low prayer
Spring unwinds with patient care
Roots and rhythm meet us there
Two strangers on the common ground
No words needed for the sound
Botanist and machine bound
Quiet intimacy profound
Leaves descend on copper bell
Silk of milkweed bids farewell
Melodies in parallel
Winding slow serves the song well
Needle in the cracks it sings
History in metal rings
Sporophyte on violin strings
Autumn wind the sidewalk brings
Final crank the tension breaks
Silence settles where it wakes
Taraxacum seed disperses
Winter waits the stone rehearses
Needle in the cracks it sings
History in metal rings
Sporophyte on violin strings
Autumn wind the sidewalk brings
Needle rests in the brick
Autumn winds the final click
