Me
Fall is freezing over
the chill reminded me to pause
and gather myself into the harmony
before it was too late
gazing inwards
Smoky shadow highlights eyes
like the silver peaks peep atop the trees
garbled colors of a marble cake
mock the evaporating shades outside
Mimosa’s and Sangria’s in decanters
gingerly dance and tease
the flat puddle on the patio
just before 5:00
Scintilating golden, publishes itself
on an orange parchment sky
Tumbling luster powers through
a sea of baked crunchiness
I hold to myself
and watch as beauty disperses
into the moonlight
Dreams whisper themselves
inside the earth
while it is still tender
and surrenders to their secrets
realization of crumbling remnants
This fall, we played a make believe fall
but, pretence does not make it real
This fall, leaves tumble
to the ground, begging
to not allow another raging fire
This fall, chlorophyll cries
itself in heaps, adding tints
other than red to the
water graves of Irma
This fall, colors lock themselves
into a time warp, objecting
to the air that stinks of Charleston
This fall, pumpkins refuse to ripen
they are still grieving
the shrieks of Las Vegas
of floundering seasons
This fall, our shovels and rakes
lift up bones and flesh
instead of the usual ripe nature
This fall, the rustling
is from steps of nervous men
instead of the usual crisp wilderness
this fall
gazing inwards just before 5:00
yielding to the collapsing fall
realization of crumbling remnants
of mankind in floundering seasons
Kashiana 