Autumn Leaves, the leaves those leaves… thick crispness upon the earth’s head a crinkle of a hat, delicious to the feet children, and dogs… our noses full of sweet death we drink its wine we toast the sun reaching past branches in hallelujah a joyful wake.
How nice that autumn is here...I love this time of year. Your poem is right on time, makes me think of cool days, autumn colors.
