Autumn Flight

Among the cool, crisp air
A red shape emerges
In the green bushy brilliance,
Is a single autumn leaf.

I was expecting emerald,
But one single ruby, a leaf,
Had been deteriorating them
With every forgotten second.

Tornadoes of leaves swirling around
Calling to the death of summer.

The leaves take on a devilish color,
Soft, green petal quickly turn rigid.

I'm not sure which I like more:
The dead of night,
Or the noon of day;
The end of summer celebration,
Or the beginning of the autumn festival.

Catching my peripheral
Is a paradox of colors.
In my mind,
It's far beyond the imagination.

The weakness of knowing what lies inside a crunchy leaf pile,
Why do I no longer have the innocence of a child?
No longer do I enjoy romping among the rugged bodies.
I only see but a mass of jittering creatures.

Life can be reconciled in a single glace,
I only know to step upon them
As the leaves float to the ground.

You will soon be buried
Beneath cool, glistening
Crystal blankets.

Mentioned in conversation,
A leaf is hardly there,
So much compassion,
Change of mood and theme,
There is no recognition for
The beloved leaf.

Drifting past him,
He noticed a leaf.
Flying backwards,
Looking as if he'd just seen a ghost.
He had mistaken an autumn leaf
For fire.

The tree is bare,
The leaves must be falling.

I was awakened in the middle of autumn,
A single leaf fell upon me,
And nestled in my pocket,
Giving me content
Until the long winter came.

Childhood Friends

Sick and lonely,
Brought by friendship,
Given by fate,
Forever together.

Long, sleepless nights
Shortened by each other,
Holding tightly,
Shadows dancing in darkness.

Sunshiny days,
So peaceful and calm,
Beneath the lilac bushes,
Stories of clouds passing by.

On our own,
Too much time has passed,
Begging for you to return and hold me.

Crying through the night,
Dark and cold,
Salty tears fall slowly
From your innocent face.