Awful Ready (Already Fall)

AWFUL READY (ALREADY FALL)
And, like the changing trees, we're dignified
With radiance. We don't acknowledge our unease
About the want that closes winter in parentheses.
We participate instead in a sarabande,
Glad to slow our tempo in a dance
We've memorized, but cannot understand.
This is the way of all things. Choice and chance
Step and turn in sentience, while the globe
Whirls like a dervish in trance.
In belief, or suspended disbelief, we probe
For purpose. How unlikely we exist!
Here it is, already fall. The sunlight's strobe
through yellow, gold, green, red, and amethyst
leaves the path we thought we knew ablaze.
The whole world is an amorist.
For a season we resist our sad malaise
Of too much, too much information,
Acquiesce to this astonishment, and praise.