The waterfall  Stilled in the garden Fall’s delicate fingers Draped it in Spiderwebs spun from  The finest silk And the stone table  Stood there A solemn sentinel Empty Of summer promises  Gifts And lush green Hopes Like human hearts Hardened among The shadows of life  A last drop  Of water Dripped  Down The cold autumn …

There needs to be A universal Dumpster, A giant mouth Swallowing The rubbish of our Existence The gray in our days, The dirt from the white shirt That freshly ironed Mornings wear So, the illusions we neatly Fold And the hope we file in Alphabetized folders For easy access on Dreary afternoons Can light up…

The sky’s dark velvet Opened up Like an old Pillow Gentle snowflakes Escaped White and Delicate Like rose petals They fell to the Cold ground – Roads Parks And football Fields Covering them With intricate Lace A promise made A long time ago Between earth and Sky The eternal circle Continues As fall writes Its…