Autumn Gold Poem by Blaine Strong

The way the leaf, bitten by autumn.
The despair lingered, strangers in the air
Kissed the water from it's perfect tip.
Perfection exists? Oops I slipped.
Natures way of telling me everything is bliss.
Two more who's sure?
Who dances in the rain?
Fascination and pain truth be lingered
Honesty is to be smothered of fear
Autumn calls for this, preparation
So that winter be not a devastation
Yet a blessing upon us for hibernation
Abyss
Two more who's sure?
Who dances in the rain?
One more line, one last time poets last call another drink brings time to think.
Explore my mind one last time before we wither.
Devastated the soul wonders
Autumns leaf kissed the water in his passionate slumber.