When October Goes

Vividness

A sad fall this Autumn
May Be

Or a wishful thinking
Maybe not

So many color
Variants

So many hues
Who knew
Or knows

The True Tone of
this time
or
An autumnal
equal not

to dye for

Fall Foil

Still,
With a semblance of reason,
I glimpse this late season
ritual Autumn bonfire
as bright and cordial as any
previous blaze
that strobed the robes of
bloom and possibility

Yet admittedly,
My eyes now spy
those sly rich reds
in ripe and replete contrast
to the dark, divergent,
and rapidly dying embers

Oh No, Time For A TKO

Mark to market this
this lazy noon
soon to purchase
one fat ass pumpkin
a patch of candy corn
and a new Brew
of Who knew
taste so good
could torture
-so long

but not good-
bye to the high
cry of this infant
Autumn

baby stepping
into backlit
shadow play
that sometimes
somehow
finds a way
to box me in
and then walk
away from
rounds
that
just
keep
getting
longer

Past Due Per Diem

Autumn
Avenues
Memory

riot of recall
circus of
recollection

Yet
transient

like this
Leaf Flotilla
descending

a new
Floor
of Bye
gone

Garden Party Over, Yet Again

I’m up
for some sin
and something
cinnamon
something delicate
and a bit decadent
like a designer
cupcake in six
inch heels or
thigh high leather

Eyes peeled
to perfect prism
I spy a
serious celebrant
of Autumn
and better yet-
she’s on parade-
with a curiously
animated understanding
of the Fall

For Shadows

part lux liquor
part cardigan only
stream September
sunshine on her thigh
glimpsing rewind
and fast forward
simultaneously
Still.

Harvest Moon

The harvest moon consorts with shadows/ in backlit sullen hollows/ where harbingers stood up or passed over/ are held hostage to a due date/ and dying of inaction or not acted upon/ currency wanes/ that harvest moon

When October Goes