Flavors Of Fall Poem by David Whalen

<center>
A salty taste of sorrow as…
Chill wind herds the leaves
And scatters helter skelter
Bits of leafy matter
While steel wheels
On cobblestones
Ring coldly aclatter

Collars high on threadbare coats
Sad eyes bereft
of warmth and life
Soft sighs rise
From tattered throats
Reddened eyes belie the strife

Cold winds herd the leaves into
Rows and furrows
Pile and heap
Pon which many a poor soul
Life out of control…
Finds scant shelter
In warm place to sleep

Aye, There's a salted taste
Of sorrow contained within
August winds both cruel and raw
A seasoned taste
That's shared equally
By each one and all

The piquant
The bittersweet
The bitter taste of gall
The cool rain that morphs
Into icy sleet
The many fickle flavors
…Of Fall…


</center>