Unexpected September sun
Beaming down settling, settling, blinding between leaves
Pigeon sunbathing, motionless head down, comfortable, mulling over something nice
The leaves are almost done
Steam rising from the wet laundry on the line
A change of view... and it's gone

crow cries   metalling the skies
supply the greys
and hack up the winds

Another yellow leaf,
     Another red
Descends like grief on grief.
Another yellow leaf
Whispering, "Life is brief,"
Descends from overhead
Another yellow leaf,
     Another red.

There are certain smiles that bend the broken crooked,

certain shades of green light that wilt flowers in the field.

It is an ‘as if autumn walked in with a jug of herbicide

and started perfuming life with death.’

Yes, certain smiles that stand on stilts to prop them up.

Smiles leaving someone so bent that they see nothing

save for dirt staring back at them.  

There are certain smiles that bend the broken crooked.

The crow in the tree
    is actually
a black trash bag.

Squeaky bike brakes
      sound like chirping
September crickets.

The bug on the sidewalk
     casts a long shadow:
September sunshine.

I open the front door:
     a fly I didn't know
about flies out.

'pup' is sad and so says
i point out a 'v' of exit geese against the sky
says he's not sad anymore and he's not
a child's power  just like that

Orange leaves, all crusted.
Falling from trees bigger than i'll ever be.
My soul dances,
As they fly in circles all around me.

Autumn falls, be prepared.
Like nature will prepare the trees,
Turning empty.
I fall, be prepared.
Because my fall will be faster,
Than the fastest leaf,
That now falls from the tree.

Letting go of what i once was,
Now on my own,
Vulnerable laying on the cold ground.
Like the leaves let go of the tree,
Knowing they will never again be found.

Maybe we look a like.
Falling away when it gets dark,
And being pulled away into the air.
Floating around,
Not really going anywhere.
Just away, from here.
Where ever that may be.
And maybe you will never find me again,
But again, we will see.

Autumn falls, but i fall harder,
So please prepare me too.
Show me the light i can not see now,
And tell me again i'll make it through.

-anoeska

As summer passed and the air grew cold, I realized how similar we were.
Born in spring and autumn, the rising wind and lowering degree had always been a part of us. And as close as we were, with the changing weather it became clear to me that there was still an unchangeable difference between the two of us.

From a technical point of view, our worlds were one and the same, like the winds and temperatures in spring and autumn, which were measurable the same every year.
But scientific facts and measurements were unable to assign our comparable relationship to the same meteorological category.
Human nature and the emotions that arise when the seasons change couldn't have been more different.

So the autumn wind that I felt and his approaching birthday were a stranger in contrast to the spring wind that I was allowed to call a home.