I am autumnstrewn all oversome bit wet, some crunchygloomy clouds hover
the subtle glow of sunsetsmells like a poembegging to be writtenthe ghost of old memoriesthe…
Upon branches baretwo owls hoot and sharesyncopated toneshollow as their bones
Sunny stroll through the pumpkin patchI’m seeking to find my perfect matchOrange and round…
Crisp fall airGently caressingThe weary thoughtsOfWhat it’s likeTo live a life ofMeaning