Autumn Leaves

Under a blanket of blue
As I pull back the splotchy
Cotton candy clouds of cover

The fall of autumn leaves
Bred by gold of sunbeams
In springtime, bathing in a stream

Of those red like wine after indian summer
Is a whisper to the living
That we are the heirs of humanity

Falling from the tree: giving

Praise when praise is due, crying
Out for help to & through
The horns of plenty. praying

For an end to the wretchedness of this bitter earth,
Where it is better to see
Than dream, though my own introspection

Has liberated me from the asylum of lost
Souls. thank you, for now I see
The strength & wisdom within all of us.