On Writing

Poem 259 – Fall Night

Fall Night for Monti the scent of orangedeep like changeburnt & crispylike summer’s skinpeeling to coolits tender bones the darkness darkerlayered like secretseigengrau & onyxlike shadow’s shadowripening to burstits widening playground these fall nights turn like pages in season’s grimoire –leaf’s veins weeping the last of warmth’s wishesstaining sidewalks in goodbye graffiti