Poem for Rosh Hashanah

poem by Ned Hayes


Rosh Hashanah comes
    this year
on a day of cool wind,


a breathtaking
portent of winter


taking the world, rude lover
the sheets away.


in autumn
the sadness of all things


is greatest
   for now
the world was created.


the new fruit, shot through
with decay:


birthed in the same
the racing seed
   and the worm.