The air burns my throat,
Creeps in beneath eye lashes,
And glasses alike.
Blood red sunrises greet us,
Bathing the day sepia.
The air burns my throat,
Creeps in beneath eye lashes,
And glasses alike.
Blood red sunrises greet us,
Bathing the day sepia.
Rejoice in the dance
Bask in its complexity
An imperfect art
Like the oak leaves in Autumn
Each moment ever changing
Each day grows darker,
But today you lit the room,
With love and laughter.
Like the songs of our youth said,
“Make new friends, but keep the old.”
Dawn breaks the silence
Light pink clouds laced yellow orange
Birds rejoice in song
Chasing away the starlight
With warm winds beneath their wings
Trick-or-treating done,
Halloween was so much fun!
But now a new day-
Blooms across The Eastern Bay,
How I long for Fall to stay!
Your wonderful words,
Carried by an Autumn song.
Round, and crystal-clear.
Such is your Siren’s call that,
Even the trees are blushing.
Deciduous trees,
“Holding back” the howling wind,
Sadly, with each gust,
A pale yellow tragedy,
Falling towards the forest floor.
This forest knows us,
And the games we play below.
Empty oak branches,
No longer obscure the view.
Our laughter, pauses mid-sigh.
Your Spring years long gone,
While your Summer song sunsets
Into Autumn’s arms.
Do not worry so, for think:
How gorgeous Autumn’s can be!
Oh what a morning
An orange sun surrounded
By a morning mist
Covering the landscape like
Sweet marmalade over toast