Autumn Is A State Of Mind
I feel the gray rain falling in my mind.
Crying becomes a thousand leaves outlined.
My eyes are mesmerized by red sumac.
A touch of pewter shines against my back.
The autumn smells of apples in my hair.
The smoke of silence strips the light from air.
I taste a lemon memory of cold skies.
Frost writes your name across my closed eyes.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2006