I know I should sleep, but all I can think of are the orange leaves dancing as they die 
Mad, cast

Hush, be still, let sweet air nostrils fill.
Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.
Admire

Morning stumbles bleary
From early mists
Into a sunshine
Stripped of warmth.

Dew soaked

Once more fall is here
Colorful leaves
Dancing in the wind
So much fun to watch

1.
its snowing
gold
and swirling
red.
i hold
the dirt
of a thousand years
in the

You are a cockroach

you are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboard
the kitchen light suddenly

Cirrus whispers hushed
a sky effervescent with
Swallows grasping for the courage
and the moment

Falling in love with autumn
all over again, supposed to be cold.
Incredible show of colours so

Sparks jettisoning into the crisp blackness,
A vivid orange against the backdrop of ebony

An old man rides a bicycle in the sun
in California.

He casts a shadow definite as death
in

Burning berries machine-gun heavenly blue,
godly iris.

Firing seed, tree and water dreams
to

In the cold blue smouldering of autumn.
Among ruined gold leaves,
smoking berry embers

Summer just said its good-byes
Winds are sharper from the West
Behind clouds, sun