this –our bodybled
back to thisgreenness bleedingdown each leaf
name be damnedthe russet of leavesin the wind
all at oncethe rain until nowforgotten
by candle-lightwords fall further than where we end
without the moonI take a leaf out ofBasho's book
leafless nowa transplant seeks outits roots
autumn leaves each day adazzle in doubt
birth of stars –the sky means nothingin seeming blue
dark autumn –decay deepens its holdover me
Page 1 of 3
