Autumn Leaves
In a winter’s breath;
I’m not ready for the cold.
Barren elms
Shed their crimson coats,
Once spun from treasured gold.
Burn brilliant
Smiling face of flames;
Burst forth color and desire
Warm to touch,
Sweet silvery stems
Yet no branch to hold its fire.
Children play;
Even on this day,
Beneath showers of floating light.
While I lost
Fray in this fury
To wane this world of ever white.
On my knees,
Gathering last parts
The winds too swift to overrun.
Souvenirs
In a new blue box
That could never hold half the sun.
Autumn leaves
On a fading wind,
Your scent, your sound, your blush embrace!
Echoing
In my heart and mind
Passing from this mortal place.
Fall as rain
On frozen petals
I kiss the doorway they adorn
Silent now
Deep within its bed
In the soil from which it’s born