Autumn

Tuesday, October 14, 2008 6:15am



The trees are alive with a frozen fire

No smoke is emitted from these flames

Occasionally, an ember drifts to the ground

Or else a gust of wind blows it all away



Crisp air revives me

It is filled with the scent of the earth

The hot cider permeates the inside of me

And I emit steam from my nose and mouth

As if a fleshy dragon walked down the street



Summer has already died and winter has yet to arrive

Empty corpses of pumpkins line the streets

And illuminate the night

As the childrens’ minds slowly fill with knowledge

Their thoughts often drift to All Hallows Eve night



As baseball winds down and football begins again

I take a walk outside

To enjoy this all again