There's a trace of you in my dried tears,
but why aren't you in my destiny.

Take the pen.
Spill the ink.
Write your heart out.

A glass of wine.

There is a glow to the evening,
good backlighting

I'm fighting the urge to close my eyes and drift,
wanting this day to stay a little longer before it's consigned to a place in my memory.

Then I'll forget about it because I usually do,

Love is a knife
that i've been holding by the blade

Fall is the most beautiful time of the year for me, with its blushing  
Apples and fruitful trees dressed in zesty rubious healthy leaves with      
Luminous fruit hanging off its stems, like galas, granny smiths, and fuji
Leaves of multi colored sunburnt shades of yellow, gold and brown  
Inside the orchard, ladders, bushels, straw hats and farmer pant- grins  
No better place to be then underneath an Autumn tree when every    
Golden leaf shimmer-shimmies before swiveling down at  your feet    

Leaves that dance and shuffle-shake before landing in your hands    
Earthing to the ground covering you with giant leafy  dry crispy limbs  
Arrest the night, stop the moon, hold the stars, its time to listen to the      
Voices of the night, the falling leaves have their sorrowful story to tell
Ease into their season with a quiet soul.  Help them say goodbye to the  
Summer. After all it is the season of Autumn,  a time for falling leaves.

September 27, 2021