Never masking emotions
            Only sweeping them inwards

Collecting verses of unspoken regrets,  
                              like autumn falls...

The harlequin trees celebrate
With a red, yellow and orange
Ticker-tape parade
On all the streets of Ontario,
Announcing the onslaught
Of another miserable
Canadian winter.

"Rushing feet cooled by chilly cement pavement forces windows closed and turned up chairs on porches."


"No more night sounds or cooling off dewy ******* while trying to catch that breeze which brought night's scent."


"Gone are the tall wet thirst quenchers that now compete against frosty opponents on the other side of the door."


"Tamed hairs beneath hats understand their season of gapping winds are but gone for now, replaced by stiff crispy swirls of air."


"Yet this is earth's annual sigh from the clutches of a sun kissed radiation demanding coolness into our enclosed spaces."


"Sip slowly, remember fondly, til the next season is upon us, bringing with it a hope and joy of a new morrow."

My thoughts are wilting upon the branches of
my reflections, each one a shade different from
the other that like shimmers of a sunset linger.

I wait for the instance when assumption is oxidised
and in heavy nothingness they fall wilted on my
mind, they are cushioned beneath so many more.

My minds creativity has descended and now rotting
in colourful expiration. And for now my thought don't
wave, till the next time buds of thought form and reform.

Where life permeated through lushest
Colours reaching high, the heavens
Jealousy of such radiance as beautiful
As any sunset ever seen was eyed.

There wrath was swift as clouds of
Rage darkened and a kiss from the
Heavens graced Bark and leaf. All was
Still as ash fell earthwards in onyx tears.

Where elegant shades flowed, wisps of
Extinguished colour blossomed then faded
To oblivions nothingness. The heavens are
Beautiful but hide ominous jealous rage.

autumn is not all about fallen leaves.......
its about leaves clad in satin red.........
its about logs  wearing mushroom hats......
its about a caterpillar flying as a butterfly......
just as love is not about losing your self .......
its about gaining someone who found you..........