Without sheet music
Chimes begin their melody
In an Autumn wood
Where maple ballerinas
Perform intricate ballets.
Tag: autumn
My goodness the trees!
How tall they grow together
With long winding roads
Leading to a friendly feast
Where apple pie is best pie
These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.
I am perplexed by
The season of this morning
Cloaked in Autumn’s robes
I am kissed by Summer’s crown
But encased by Winter’s howl.
How I laughed and cried,
Under your green canopy,
It was Summer then,
My Marvelous Sequoia,
But Autumn’s law will not yield.
No matter my cries
I have no sway with the sun.
Like an autumn leaf
I toss and turn with the wind
And fall awake with sunrise.
glass chimes and empty plates
great company all around
a quiet hallway
filled with happy memories
these are the treasures i keep
a skip and a hop
a twirl into a backflip
swaying side to side
pardon, may i have this dance?
my little leaf on the wind
the days grow colder
but our fire burns within
we may battle winds
and rough tides may be ahead
let them fill tomorrow’s sails
truthfully answered
beauty articulated
in simplicity
four sepals and stem light green
soft rounded fruit pale orange