dance, dead angels, dance
waltz upon November’s storms
pay heaven no heed
autumn
Leaves Outside My Window
stricken are the fallen leaves
yet not with existential pain
though unlike us who Autumn fear
with joy that life will rise again
in glory be their golden ends
as they become one with all things
no sacrifice is theirs to spend
they resurrect as doth the Spring
Fall Mourns
the winds of Autumn,
shake the slated eaves,
yet October’s breath
could not from death
restore
these fallen leaves.
Early October
The leaves are changing late this year
afeared to show their turning
and so the boughs hang heavy here
as if for autumn yearning
each scarlet blush, the brown decay
each golden glimpse in air
falls not into the wind at play
but holds like summer’s there
no seed nor kernal comes to ground
reticent to their fate
and from the trees comes not a sound
their leaves are changing late.
Mists
listen to the mists
how they whisper in the fall
secrets of winter
September
this early fall knows not her mind
which changes from dark thoughts unkind
a cold and wasting served attrition
unto a warmth of disposition
that pleasures bloom and beast alike
and gifts them summer’s endless psyche
only to unleash hell’s storms
and taste of winter’s kiss at dawn.
Fall
a million angels
wing on the September breeze
clad in golden robes
Under Tired Oak Trees
I rested under tired oak trees
shedding acorn tears
and through my thoughts I chased the leaves
of autumns through the years
how in these days of turning art
and season’d evolution
the fall on me such calm imparts
in serene absolution
Last Leaves Leave
blood drops from tired limbs
red in life’s last fight
but winter brings oblivion
unsure, unending night
the promised springtime is unsure
first must naked boughs grow cold
for the price of birth is death
in turn these leaves are sold.
Leaves Tell
what do these leaves tell of the day
they whisper on the wind to say
that summer has now died away
and time has come to fall
so from theirs boughs the disappear
whether storm or rain has sheared
their life from them this time of year
the autumn time has called.
