Autumnal Journey

Red-orange-yellow

Leaves cascading

Toward the earth

From the branches

Of their births

Slowly swirling

In the chilled nor’western

Breeze. On these

Days, nothing is dull �"

All can be imagined,

All can be magical.

Winter is not death,

And this is not dying,

Just changing.

All is in flux.

All is fluid.

When the stray strands of

Sunshine hit the corners

Of these stones,

I feel alive.

Watching the leaves descend

On the houses Time forgot,

But Time has not begotten

These gentle, dusky souls.

Not in the twilight of an

October whimsical.

A perfect time for

Pumpkin and Poe,

Anything goes.

Oh, anything goes

With the leaves on

Their hither-thither

Autumnal journey.