Winter yawns
Its frigid gasps
Dropping leaves
My body cleaves
The warm flesh of
My beloved’s body.
Bodies mingle
Lover and beloved
Colorful falls
Weeds and leaves
grass and trees
whistle as they fall
a slow song
to endless cycles.
love and hate
birth and death
rebirth and remind
refresh and reverse
the universe.
To show you
I love
I walk in the breeze
Of a falling leaf
It makes me believe.
We will fall
We will walk
We will stumble
We will turn colors
We will run
Into the day.
Beautiful rain
Leaves be fall(ing)
Creative play
Endless wonder(ing)
What can it mean
Snow be melt(ing)
In the spr(ing).
Whistling winds
Burning bushes
Dancing lightning
Screaming fog
See the day
It goes away.
I do not know
Erased my wants
Delete destiny
for now it is all –
A falling leaf.
(Off the burning bush
It fell, and blew off
Riding the wind.
To the scholars of independence
It calls and proclaims
My winds have no shame
Cannot hold any blame)
It spoke
And rained on
The others say –
All it did (was)
For another day