Saturday, July 17, 2010


Autumn’s fall leaves
drifting to the ground
and stately trees
bend down in frown.

And so the Journey begins
of leaves, colors and seasons
so the life slowly dims
and completely clouds reason.

The grove so beautiful sees
autumns gray wake drowning
displacing in things of threes
it’s heartbeat pounding.

The pulse beating, again
waiting as spring freeing
life inbound our friend
autumn's touch of leaves.

written: November 13 1996