From the balcony
Burning brush paints Autumn’s hues
Church bell sounds the hourRunning out at night
Moon and Jupiter gleaming
The two old friends meet
Watching clouds go by
Leaves fly high then softly fall
Somewhere the geese call
Emptying my change
Autumn leaves begin to curl
A magpie’s harsh cry
It comes over me
Like dejas vu I feel sick
Hello Autumn
October lingers,
Shimmering in her red, gold and green,
November waits
on a cold grey stone,
His blood stained poppies restless
in their beds.
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