Lie down
and settle in
on damp moss
and pine needles
and take
a moment
to breathe
and sink into
the smallest
details
and most delicate
hints of
a different world
just beyond
your grasp.
Autumn slips
to winter cold
and drains away
vibrant hues
to muted colors
and soft
gray shades
Chill and wet
break down
summer’s bounty
as the last
of the leaves
tumble
to the ground.
Where shadows
linger and
moisture gathers
Nooks and crannies
filled with
crisp fall scents
and decay
Places
to crawl into
to hide
and let the world
carry on while
plump raindrops
hold draw attention.
Every time
I’m on my balcony
I’m reminded of you
as a little
stubborn face
peeks out at me
through
clinging moss
and scales of lichen
and my lips
curve up into a grin
as I give the
concrete shell
a fond little pat.
I ache
for missing you
the teardrops
beading up
on the inside
instead of trailing
down my cheeks
my soul filled
with tiny fissures
minuscule fractures
that seep
that weep
as I trudge onward
working
hour after hour
and always
still missing you.
Autumn
is filled with
damp and decay
as vivid shades
fade away
to mushy muck
and wet gunk
that sticks
to the bottom
of muddy shoes
Then spring
will come and
muck will dry
and crumble
to become soil
for something new.