Autumn-Garage Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The stars plummet
Into slumber like
Roses plucked out
Of the crystallized garden
Of harlequin tears.
The Sun smears
The firmament tangerine -
An autumnal photograph
Bloomfields of succinct ardor
Here, undulating
You are a wave that folds
And then ebbs


The sequestered dreams
Befriend the shadows.
The leaves disengage
From the trees: truant children.
The stars never leave
Vestiges in the dawn.
Everything has been left,
Siphoned, chagrined.

Still,
You are an autumn-garage,
A mile-high nigh.
A delightful trickle of sunlight,
The ubiquitous avenue
Of bliss.
Everything in me,
As it fares your avenues,
Was enraptured.