Compiling Autumn

Between one life and another

There is a brittle pitch

Painted burgundy and ochre

At a steady clip to winter



All the moments trapped in our hearts to be relived

With half of myself destroyed I'd rather die alone



Cloud swabs white on grey overcast skirt the deck at a steady gait

Scarlet snakes through the gloss and gutter in the sun



River [illegible word] then forgets what says

Like a steady gait from autumn