CLUE #1
Autumn has come,
Seated at dawn
Like leaves on water,
Summer drifted along
Line up your sight,
Sense of touch, and sound
With the flow of these words
Where impacts abound:
With the woods at your back,
But also underneath
By a mirror
Often turning
See his face
Concealed and distant
And boulder
Shaded
You can still hear the boxcars
TO the West
In their clear song
Don't let your head race
With your senses in phase,
Look down
And see simple guardians
In red and green soil
Or gaze East, toward the B
