"azure cocktail," the leaves/of the leaving" - such great phrases!
This poem reminds me of Diane Ackerman's essay titled "Why Leaves Turn Color." Both your poem and the essay give voice to the breathless excitement over gettig "drunk on fall's foilage," and they both do it very well.
The time clock and the feeling here of watching it all go by, in fall, which I know is your favourite season and possibly has you in a mood of reflection. Very nice, calming and imagery laden too J.
Sometimes the simplest is the most successful and this one exemplifies that truism. A lovely work, Jacob. If you want some primo azure drink in some Sante Fe. You will not be disappointed.
Winston
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..