Bewitching

fall bewitching earth
with a forgotten magic
hidden in the leaves

Mirror

he found a mirror
obscured under autumn leaves
reflecting on fall

The Night Mares

the ghosts of dark wild horses
run through late autumn woods
dead leaves mark their courses
and mark black earth with blood.

I dream of their rank spirits fired
their breath of winter’s stale
in their tracks all hopes are mired
and left dead in their trails.

Golden Dreams

golden dreams abound
in the rains at Autumn’s end
they are but dead leaves

Fall

do they bear sadness
or joy at the rain’s blessings
horse chestnut tears fall

Harvest

arable were my thoughts of thee
mellow crops of promises
in summer did they blossom free
gold autumn brings their harvest
when row by row each grain’d desire
each seed, each pulse then sown
in fullest fruit of painted fires
I reap to form verse yet ungrown.

Kiss

kiss this wild October wind
for it sighs of mellow promises
as it passes through your lips,
taste its breath of harvest
ripened red and golden fruits
for here is autumn in fullest passion
abey not these fallen lusts

Leaf

an imperfect leaf
fallen in the passing storm
clutching a raindrop

Red Rowan

Red Rowan

blood red is the dusk
scarlet as the rowan bush
against the sundown

Wild Roses

wild roses slumber
between the ancient brambles
dreaming of next spring