(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.