Pumpkin spice and soft fleece blankets
all required for fall
The classic need for teenage dreams
Brown and earth tones only schemes
Whipped cream and warm tea
My favorite kinds are only three
Peppermint and chamomile bring joy inside my heart
But lemon ginger it does bring warmth, without a hearth
No fire needed but much enjoyed
flames of warmth rather destruction
Autumn leaves the smells envelop
"Sweater weather" my favorite time

Lost battle of a wounded soldier
Have I lost or given it all up?
But for now
The Autumn is on me
It all has ended
But I don't give up
I keep walking
Walking wounded
Dragging my tattered body
Along a Withered soul
At crossroads of Autmn
Where is the spring?
No flowers will bloom
I am not dispirited but for a moment
I deter
I fear
For this paused moment
I realise
I have lost the battle
Standing outside my house thinking
Do I have a right on this gate
I am a soldier defeated by life
Churning out bitter juices of negativity
I feel like a stranger in my own house
I disown my things
I laugh and and enter the house again
I have my flute, my water colours,aisle, brushes and other drawing tools inside

My thoughts on the breeze
Fall with ease as they please
Like leaves of the trees

      Carried away

In moments as these
I'd gather them briefly
If I knew they wouldn't "leaf" me