an August rich with wanting
in September my leaves changed colors
and I fell into madness.

Just like the leaves you can change into something beautiful
Just like the leaves you can fall to the ground and get lost in the wind
Just like the leaves you can be any color
Just like the leaves you can stay
Just like the leaves you to can get old and *****
Just like the leaves you can be played with
Just like the leaves you can be thrown out and lected alone
Leaves leaves leaves
Beautiful colourful hopeful

We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
summer will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in

autumn reflections
wrinkled leaves wrinkled faces
mourning dead leaves




Mark Toney © 2021

September leaves rustled in the glades of my mind,
I saw them dancing golden since August and July.

They shone gently in the tone of your eyes - russet-chestnut and striking hazel;
I still couldn't name how they struck me like a sharp blade - cruel and fatal.

And I saw your ghost lingering
in the corn fields of this autumnal dream.
You as blue aciano, me as red poppy,
complementing our floral color scheme.

A person like you doesen't even exist
and yet I am writing this.
Summer died long ago
but we were meant for the fall with the aching of the cold wind's blow.

© fey (19/09/21)

Am I
here,
or am
I in
your
tidal
stars
of my
eyes,
seeing
your
light
in the
little
skies
joining
leaves,
they are
not far,
rather,
they
shine
near
as my
own,
the cells
of one
cosmic
glow,
a drop
of rain
falls from
the heavens
and I catch
upon it
my delicate
finger,
the dew
cascades,
I close
my eyes
and feel
the ocean in
my hands,
in silver
scales, I
dive,
in colors
of blue,
golden
and
green,
I will
forever
dream.

you remind me of the leaves
and the way they crunch underfoot
and the way they smell
and the color.

the pure, bright color that overwhelms
everything around the source.

nothing can compare.