Summer is now over onto fall We've now closed our pool Putting stuff away giving it our all The kids are now back to school The temperatures are still hot Colors on the leaves are changing Enjoying activities that we like a lot Summer memories are now fading Enjoying the amusement park Now going into fright fest We stay until closing in the dark We’re a little bit obsessed Perhaps we’ll go apple picking We love to make ap...
He was lost to me, as the leaves changed to reds, oranges and gold. They fell silently, tossing about, as if someone had thrown a fist full of glitter in the air. I used to close my eyes and let them fall, and when I opened them, he would be there waiting for me. He was taken from me, when the full harvest moon shone brightly through the canopy of leaves high above my head. The pale light showing me the trail we walked do...
The brilliance of it shines pale grey-white like a seagull's feathers in the sea of black inky oil, giving her the only light there was. The leaves in hues of red and shades of brown, yellows and oranges as vibrant as a stoplight and as dim as the mucky slime that they call baby food. They fall, floating gracefully down to the ground from their uppermost perch in the city's version of a forest canopy. As a baby-food-orang...
Wind-torn from their perchTenacious leaves stay aloft'Til fate intervenes
