feeling deep inside
looking at a flurry sky
angels where I lie
tell autumn I said
orange, yellow, brown, and red
with fall I do wed
rain hits different
walking downtown on Fall nights
don’t even feel wet
perfect orange dusk
is when I take a deep breath
welcome October
an outdoor bookmark
is blueberry in nature
the chapter with you
brown, orange, and red
colours a palette of Fall
for painting Autumn
a little bird sits
on a wire wondering where
it shall fly to next
in a strange city
both sitting at the bus stop
hoping that one’s home
my face lay against the sweltering rock
with one side toward the sun kisses
clouds above me stream along
shapes and sizes I make
a tickle breeze keeps me away from biting flies
my knee is skinned and bleeding a little
is it supper time
as a whistle blows
cars scurry home like ants
wait…is that a plane
then we jump
from the rocket-like stone
twist our ankles to the ouch side in
wince and run the whole field in one burst
we reach that one spot and act like kings for a summer second
looking down on the kingdom
running into battle against invisible soldiers
to break through to reach home
where there’s a bush with some berries
by the picket fence and an ant hill
I ate five
you a handful
back then…
back before supper
more comfortable
when I walk home in the fog
I recreate it
Earth To Ash 