autumn

The Leaves of Memory

these colours fly
like snowflakes in the summer
breezed impossibilities
out of of time
memories that are waiting
to be born again
the question
is this your dream,
or is it mine?

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Late September

September woos October’s rain
with teasing sunshine through its mist
to join him in a solstice dancing
an orgy of late autumn bliss
and lusty clouds wrap full around them
and the inexorable kiss
nature awaits the consumation
the winter’s birth, fruit of their tryst