Season


It's Fall again...

this ache I'm feeling

it's old...like me. This ache I'm feeling

embraces my mind like

morning dew till all is left

is you.

It's fall again...

this cold morning ache serves me well...

every little leave

remains me of Falls

buried in forsaken cornes

in my mind...where you come

to lurk.

It's Fall again...somehow I am sensing

your thoughts ...

shrivering drops on my soul.