serenity’s rows

where dolorous cries trail off

around sound corners

a blossom clinging
to its trembling siblings
one more kind of love

of human frailty

speaks the desert to the sun

in timeless whispers

careers sell dated

demographic reasoning

needs based rationale

observing, the fall
lays claims, and stumbles,
hope in short supply

bitter cold autumn

saké warm like peppermint

late night leaves withered

Arrayed for autumn,

Yes. But – this is still a swamp,

And it smells like it

shepherds of the new

heading out into the fields

but no spring for me