Tag Archives: Fall
Denali in Disguise
Ice posing as something benign
Have you believing I’m only tiny daggers
Draw closer
Hear
Cathedral chimes
Strike an unholy fear into you, I will
Begin with me the wintry journey
Dying, now that the falling is done
Come back, will you?
Taller next time
Wise enough to yield
While I command the Summer
Chasm Falls
My eyes were
Just at peace
Found their home
Enthralled
Candycane-swirls
Looking at you
Looking at her
Your eyes were
Far away
Some new home
So my eyes were just
Just and at peace

She
The sliver of time before I became tragic
Was it a wicked serpent’s word
Some desired autonomy
This devotion to husband and child?
Think with me honestly
What of heart’s protracted pain
Is my sweet apple affinity
My downfall?
A Go
Remember the last Time
You hoped the day would come
You thought you shared the Earth
You promised promises
You knew that it would last
You felt it all collapse
The Lengthening
What puts me on edge about Spring is it makes no promises and refuses all requests.
Without notice, it could choose the craze of a Summer heat.
The best case scenario -such bravery in risking my lust.
Or on a dime, it delivers a confused dose of wintry wrath.
Snow that won’t live to see the weekend, so why-for dear Spring?
But woe be to me should Spring choose a most deviant trickery:
And leave me longing in only the long shadows of a forever Fall.
The Drop
The drop
Atop the chim-chimney, in evening’s early hours
Slow, slowly down rock, round midnight
Absorbed then disbursed by the skin of the roof before dawn
Why, oh why, can gutters steal you by sunrise
The fall
thud
my voice evidenced
the most beautiful of white billowing
powered beyond the universe
since you decided never
now i sing of raindrops
silent, steady-falling
raindrops
Threshold
Hope and Damnation
Summer and Fall
Contrasts it seems
Perhaps
Do they not
Present themselves
On the same doorstep
After all
Red
Shadowy
Proof of light
Evidence of absence
The Twenty-Second of September
Autumn is the hidden bottle of vodka
Your judgmental lover taking shots
Under the guise of necessity
Autumn is when you realize you are indeed too tall
For feigned devotion
For relative truth
For heroes not within
