Early October

The snow is falling in thick, fluffy pieces
Blanketing my boulevard in soft death
The chill in my fingers
And the chill in my toes tell me that
Sleep came early this year
And it mean mittens and layers
Blankets and slippers
Cocoa and kisses and runny noses.

Brown Poem

Freshly turned soil

Chocolate zucchini cake

Those eyes

Slipping sleeping

Snoring sighing

Climbing trees.

The Cycle

What if it's like this,

"Our summer's at an end

Just as the october frost pierces morning glory flesh,

We are approaching our autumn."

September

And so it began

Our maples started to turn

The end of her world.

Lady Velvet, Lady Darkness

I am stealing from the dream queen

I am robbing her of company

I am snatching cloaked hours

And there is no way to pay the fine

She will not except riches nor compliments nor pleas

It's only the early enchanted hours that she shall now take from me.

Today My Consequence Is

Butterflies in my stomach

Butterflies on my toes

Loss of appetite

And distraction with no end.

Welcome Home

There's something lame about being pretty

There's something tame about the wild city

There's mischief to be done when we turn out the lights

You can't halt the screams in the darkest of nights

But they can never be a forest fire, cloaking the sun red

They can never be unstoppable, the sun will rise yellow

And something about this city business suddenly seems so mellow

When I rise in the morning to brush my teeth.