if I were to be reborn
I would like to be a leaf
a brief but blissful life
under sun and shower
slowly unfurling
useful
when the cold snaps me
I will be brilliant crimson and ochre
and fall away
unscarred
Tag: fall
9 to 5 in October
running the treadmill
neurons denote: chilly weather
fog and rain
sweaters to be pulled
from summer hibernation
tasks that pile like firewood
against a long dark winter
eyes thread traffic
but ignore the change
of autumn leaves
Brittle
autumn scatters leaves
sunburnt early
with edges rimmed
and puckered
the mouths of ill
children
crying in vain
as they are swept away
Criers for the Queen
two trees in a green meadow
harken the footsteps of Autumn
showering gold and crimson
for Her royal train
Heatwave
waiting for the cool skirt of night
to sweep away the Indian summer
I am brown and over-ripe
and seek the relief of harvest
Lament of Late Summer
the nights still hold midday’s breath
but on deceptive winds, the winged flee
heralding the approaching cold
fall’s crispness
winter
snap
Freeze
A winter frost stills
an ever changing pattern
of autumn’s fallen leaves
Trajectories
I envy the leaf
drifting on the wind
without fear of
wrong turns
a brief, but gentle
trajectory
Look, but don’t touch
mincing on
mud-slung boots
a child dances around
a bed of fallen leaves:
orange fields
to be kept
and savored
Final Spell
A collaborative poem between me and Morgan from booknvolume written specifically for Halloween. Morgan was another early poet I met here on WordPress and her poetry contains a startling beauty few can capture. The poem below is also posted at her site. Please visit to explore more of Morgan’s offerings!
Willows Whisper in muted Tones
O’er the graveyard’s Hallow Groans,
While the Pale Moon Silently Sails
The Midnight Hour where Darkness Prevails.
Was that the Stir of Some Ghostly Spectre?
Here Upon this Unkempt Hectare
Do the Wails of Mournful Souls Resound
On this Night when They Roam, Unbound?
Shadows Ripple, Light Shifts and Bends,
Echoing Wails as the Witching Hour Ascends,
Ribbon of Moonlight upon the Darkling Road
Where Underworld Denizens Taunt and Goad.
Scrambling, Groping for a dimly Lit Path,
I Come Again Under a Spiritual Attack
And Cry and Plead for an Exit Most Needed
Before the Foul Ghouls will have Succeeded.
Ebon Night Resounding round
As the Earth moves with rumbling Sound,
Feel the Icy Grip of Mortal Fear
E’en as Glowing Matin draws Near.
With One Last Breath, I Cry to You
To Act with Caution and Beware of Fools
On Halloween, They’ve Caught Me at Last
Against Moonbeams, the Final Spell is Cast!
RED GLADIOLA 