the first taste of autumn,
its chilliness and orange glow
gently sweeping the change of seasons

a brother and sister
chatting with plates of food
ham-cheese croissants and cherry tomatoes

the brother chuckles,
cheeks plump with youth
eyes yet unfazed from growing up

his tiny body unburdened
he's wearing his father's sandals
and they are ten times his size

we fill the waning dusk with banter
I scruff his hair like I always do
what kind of man would he become?

the comfort of a deep-seated sofa
scruffy and a dark green
sink into its comfort,
the air stale and chilly
a stack of books
silence from the mind
is a salve
a moment to be
without being scathed
from reality

the engine startles, the headlights flicker on
the soft spatter of rain a murmuring lullaby

the ceaseless roll of pavement
getting ****** underneath

the winds brush in a scatter of melodies
picking stray locks of hair

the descending sun a ball of scorched orange
a cigarette bud in a whirl of ash and smoke

music tumbling from the radio
filling the empty leather seats

no other headlight permeate the reflections
just pavement and trees and churning sky

outstretch an arm and cradle the twilight
hum sweetly in lone companionship

There are those who
Share their light and cheerfulness
By dancing,
Soaring with an array of
Breathless color
And collecting totems
As they speed life with
A spiraling grace
And fight

There are those who are proud
And rooted
A heart tall and growing
Like a great tree
Enduring the seasons
With such strength
Offering nurture
And gift

And there is everyone
In between

The warmth shared
Between two souls
Is just learning
How to dance
Together

my mind
a pink dawn
my heart
a rippling stream
my soul
in reminisce