Fall Pome

(A leaf storm this morning.  Goddamn leafies falling like snow!)

    BLEAK FALL

leaves snowflakes and tears

hush you on your way

something has been lost again

never to be returned

slippery steps now

all of a delicate move

you cannot let on

how much it means to you

this time when bleak fall

presents the longer view

yet nothing is revealed

days nights and love’s bed

all the more to hope for

something to create anew

never to be forsaken

bleak beauty’s quiet kiss

as the season slowly forgives



Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, VT.