leaves and grass
leaves and grass scrunch and swish
as i walk these streets after dark with Louie,
each streets history rushes memories faster
as i turn corners enjoying the crisp autumn evening amazed
for so long had i sworn off locales with four definite seasons;
now as life passes while we climb onto a mound of gold
raked to the curb for pick up by the city
where my daughters choose to live
inviting me to visit places like
Abbrescia's Art Gallery with the sign,
`Paintings, Sculptures, Chair Saw Art'
next to the Rosebriar, housing those less fortunate,
greeted by a sign requiring ID
for children under 18
unless accompanied by parent or guardian,
suitably located next to Blacktail Mountain Books,
over 50,000 titles scattered to line dusty, forgotten shelves
leaving me to wonder
why did i not purchase those
perfect editions
from the `100 Greatest Books Ever Written' collection
years ago when i still had a library and a home to house
fine books
as i walk these streets after dark with Louie,
each streets history rushes memories faster
as i turn corners enjoying the crisp autumn evening amazed
for so long had i sworn off locales with four definite seasons;
now as life passes while we climb onto a mound of gold
raked to the curb for pick up by the city
where my daughters choose to live
inviting me to visit places like
Abbrescia's Art Gallery with the sign,
`Paintings, Sculptures, Chair Saw Art'
next to the Rosebriar, housing those less fortunate,
greeted by a sign requiring ID
for children under 18
unless accompanied by parent or guardian,
suitably located next to Blacktail Mountain Books,
over 50,000 titles scattered to line dusty, forgotten shelves
leaving me to wonder
why did i not purchase those
perfect editions
from the `100 Greatest Books Ever Written' collection
years ago when i still had a library and a home to house
fine books
for looks and wonderment,
ultimately deciding, after many visits,
not to increase my load
as some were duplicates;
now back to things unchanged by my absence,
for here i am questioning why the lady
ultimately deciding, after many visits,
not to increase my load
as some were duplicates;
now back to things unchanged by my absence,
for here i am questioning why the lady
in Glacier Arms refuses to look out as she passes glass
doors to the outside world
away from the sanctum that constitutes
her remaining existence?
ignoring beauty even by romantic light of streetlamp
doors to the outside world
away from the sanctum that constitutes
her remaining existence?
ignoring beauty even by romantic light of streetlamp
as this is the turning season
beginning with a radiant array from green to yellow,
reflections that mirror content of soils,
respectively flashing forth perhaps in orange,
persimmon, butterscotch of yellow, red to crimson
turning brown
reflections that mirror content of soils,
respectively flashing forth perhaps in orange,
persimmon, butterscotch of yellow, red to crimson
turning brown
ultimately to disintegrate after glorious awe of spectators
who pass but few years
under trees
who pass but few years
under trees
living on
turning to mulch
feeding lawns
protecting roots of sentinels
for yet another
season of leaves and grass
turning to mulch
feeding lawns
protecting roots of sentinels
for yet another
season of leaves and grass
© 2006 suezqt7 - Poets.com
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