When they fall I shall weep
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