birds tweeted mutedly
apple trees blossoming
cracked leaves, forgotten dreams
autumn creeps upon us.
azure eyes gazing
straight into the heavens
telling clouds that float on by
what they should be.
but the ever-drifting clouds
aren't necessarily what they appear
alas, only water vapor
and an ethereal air.
the lazy day haze
on sunday afternoon
feeling abyssopelagic
sinking deep into a rocking chair.
a light breeze tip toes
on top of my slender nose
and i smell cherry pie baking
the steady sun lowers.
when all is said and down
and the late august fireflies glow
i reminisce in the past
to autumns long ago.
