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
Tag Archives: Fall
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
Here
I don't know a bigger prize
Awaits behind the scenes
As I clutch and hold fast to
Blessings you've 'fore bestowed
But you have asked
That I let go and trod holiest trails
The hour seem near
I will not fight
Walk with me down this road
From His Lips
I roar, whilst in David’s clothing
An Amazon, though oh-so-small
Ought, by the world’s measure, back down
But no
I take aim
You play the unwinable game
The ground, you roam
The fall, your home
The dirt your resting place
Over Compensation: A Haiku
I see now people.
How we slip. Subtle it is.
Down, then up and back.
Unbecoming
Ponytail Summers
Before your very eyes
Quickly became the whirlwind of Fall’s shame
Whence soon it was apparent
You’d walked into Winter’s doors where no one cared
In the busyness
Of preparing for a most dry Spring indeed
