brown and rich, the season is right
for colder nights, hands curled around
pumpkin spice coffee, mother’s cinnamon bread
cookies frosted, pressed gingerbread.
children will soon be about,
hunting us all one by one for candy. Scary creatures…
The sun leaves us quicker now, but i do not mind,
for i can sit outside without being eaten by bugs alive
trees let go leaves unfurl and gracefully descend,
now signaling the long summer\'s end.
wind breathes out big gusts of sighs.
pools of golden form as the day drags by.
Oh dear acquaintances who longed for fall
let me tell you, i don\'t prefer it that much at all
though it brings a sense of serenity
what I long is early spring - the new roses melodies.
but for now, a bouquet, i will make do
fix up something with what already grew.
Grab the stem, cut away
Flower for another day
Pressed between pages dry in array
Flower for another day
Black Baccara, Lady Killer, Autumn Damask