Arms no longer bare,I wear cashmere to touch youand the fresh, fallen leaves.
Blind worms sting as often as seeing worms would. Prick of parasite rips open our most impenetrable tomb final resting … More
What possessed me to let you take off my top,
Strike of matchleaf departing treefall of flint and ashsizzling flags set free.Skittering bones, wetrudge the season’s catacombs.
Weeping wisteria,the moon fruitfully round.Heavy hysteria,she clouds her celestial bodyinside a gauzy gown. Darkness hardens sky to ground;limp leaves shrivel … More
A gnome’s homehas an acorn dome;seasonally, he roams.In spring property expanding.Summer, treetop camping.Fall, his dwelling takes a dive.Squirrels misplacing, winter … More
Leaves pressed into the path,a permanent scrapbook of fall.
My fall fantasy comes true!Who knewyou’re a blonde backyard bush,a sweet surprise,my autumnal blind date.