Fall Foilage. Poem by John Shea

Tis a blustery day I must say
Winter is near, I must say, my dear.

Mother nature holds some fear
On a cold winters day,
The leaves blind her sight.

Then Winter enters a tear into many a being
The elder, the young
The special.
The yet unsung.


Then on a lonely street
I found the leaves my friend
Shivering and shaking with cold,
I burrowed into them,
Ignoring the damp and the dust
Like a recipe
Of just friendly leaves.

As I lie there on the sidewalk and hurt
not by a car
But by a skirt

Well these leaves they keep me warm
My cell phone is in the sidewalk drain
My lover the leaves
To hell with the pain.