Autumn

The wild caw of birds outside my window

a small spider crawling up his fine silk web

to gaze at me from his spot on my light bulb

Autumn

A collection of comings and goings

endings and beginnings

a cycle I am most familiar with

Life and Death

The sweet, brushing kiss of time

stroking my cheek as she passes

lifting her fist she shakes the leaves wilting from above my head

"What goes up, must come down"

at least that's what I was always told.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I love Autumn. It's a seasonal moment that lulls our senses in its overcast and cooling tones. Where time seems to slow and nature's bright colors fade. Where melancholia seems to tug on our hearts just a little bit. CLE