Naked To The Bone Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Naked to the bone

Autumn is the season
Of the moody changes.

It makes me recall the
Go-go dance with beer,
Evenings of Wednesday.

Silently I observe
King, queen, pretend
To be the greatest.

Am aware of the Fall,
Brutal, waves goodbye
To the sun, summertime
And invites grey clouds.

Fearsome brings death,
To mothers of jungles,
Adding to the grievance.

They go on a strike,
Not to feed any child.

The trees, now shameless,
Duplicate the Sirens
Of the myths, of oceans.

Odyssey of Homer
Reveals the Circe's way
Of singing for the lovers.

She dressed scarlet
Like clowns on canvas.

Most trees do the same
Show skin, strip,
To welcome the autumn.

They drop all the leaves
In the dancing breeze,
In the shower, or in wind.