Fallen leaves frozen
crunch beneath my walking boots...
Bush footed butterfly pleased
for spectral paradise, a bright glitters...
Trees are shedding
lifeless leaves...
Beautiful Morn(Etheree)
Dews...
Absence is the initial feeling, as I slowly turn...
left; where you once sat. The wind echoes...
The cannibalism was back.
You were eating yourself...
Trees are like windchimes
responding to the windsong...
Oh my love, how those winter winds doth blow.
Makes me yearn for those summer days again...
Summer bloom,
soaked in grey moonlit gloom...
A faltering flower;
here and there...
She wears leaves of autumn
like titian hair...
Reveling Her workmanship complete,
as we stand in awe wonder...